Another new poem... Voices as smooth as honey. A voice as smooth as honey, it oozes sincerity, no thought for those suffering austerity whose taxes saved the bank, no remorse for failing, quite deaf to the hungry children’s wailing. His salary alone plus bonuses and pension are gargantuan, enough for a suspension of belief when seen in print by all those struggling to meet their bills, their lives spent money juggling. A friend of the PM, a member of the elite, if the sale goes wrong he won’t take the heat with his voice as smooth as honey, and so well bred, he’ll never be short of money. Now, his task done, he passes on the position, his successor having the same disposition, a banker, reassuring and absolutely bland, richly rewarded with money taken from the hand of the vulnerable, the unemployed and disabled, from a country whose people are fabled for their patience. Now, they stare around realizing what’s gone is that once firm ground they stood upon. And the wealthy get wealthier while the poor get poorer, and stealthier across the land creeps fairness in decline, as a government recreates a class ridden line. With an elite reigning supreme again, a resumption of the past comes with the assumption that it will give an assurance to the middle and the poor that none are on the fiddle anymore, and their taxes were being used fairly. The middle and the poor listen now, but rarely hear anything other than voices as smooth as honey and so well bred, oozing sincerity with their money so secure, ruling in a Parliament a minority chose, an unelected coalition, while other voices come from those who sit on boards of utilities, big business and corporations, all privately owned with profits their only motivations all with shark sharp teeth and predatory talons. Welcome to the age of a whole new set of robber barons. ************
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 08:32:46 +0000
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