Low Ground


This world is turning differently
And all are becoming poor.
I'm not sure that those without
Can cope any better...
The cast offs are forgotten now...
More than ever.

As you scrabble and moan
About yourselves
Even less scraps are given...
Those who claim the high ground
Are proved to bake unleavened bread...
As has been well said for many years
Here among the low ground
Where we expect empty stomachs to growl
How hungry is hungry enough?

How rich does a man need to be?







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-05-13 at 03:11

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NicholasG
Hmmmm! We must ask the queen.
The problem is gates (and Gates). If you need them to live behind, you probably have too much!
:-)Smiley Nick
[with his repaired pooter {Mucho Gratias Senor Rik!}]
2010-05-13