Have We Gone Too Far in the Pursuit of Wealth?

reece Poems

I saw you, and your children days before Your son's stomachs were distended and your girls were emaciated The track marks on your arms betrayed your neglect Pungent family, poor and alone in society I saw you today, with bacon in your trousers My boss saw you too Undignified the way he forced your hand and you protested the soap in your pockets also I see you everyday in the faces of my family and I see you in my dreams, falling from Capitalist trees I was told to stand guard of the door, in case you ran I wished you had, I really do Would you have ran if you'd have known me? For I would have stepped aside and held the door Fifteen days in that prison, I spent Laborious in pursuit of pennies for a millionaire While I scrape the bare minimum wage Fifteen days because I'm a good worker Fifteen days with no break Fifteen pounds worth of soap and food Stuffed into a filthy tracksuit For your family, as they starve and they continue to pang as you are processed The police uphold the law, but I often disagree What would they do, to feed their family?