A CHRISTMAS NOIR
The story well told
Not for young but for old
The tale, common sense
For now and for hence
Well to do not to be sold
Their compassion gone cold
Their permanent scowl
Telling you how to do now
The circles of hell
For those who tried to do well
Ignorance and want
Legislated to rant
The well to do will take it
The have-nots can’t make it
In the driver’s seat, hoarding fats
Controlling the cash box
An orchestra of scorched cats
To poverty a pox
Those that weigh everything by gain
Non-cognizant of those in poverty’s pain
Poverty; no accident
Oppressive political advent
A ration for you
The surplus to the few
Without shock, without horror
Reduction of benefits – less sorrow
Lament o’er holidays, past
Merry Christmas
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