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Dec 2016
The great con moves along
tent city's not gone
it's just moved around the corner
where your eye does not see it.

A brave new world indeed
they
feed us on ******* expecting respect
and say,
it's all hunky dory,
well
they Fukin bore me.

We're worse off now than we've ever been
'cept for the queen
she's just as rich as can be while
we got tents on the side streets
rough sleepers in the malls
and employers pleading poverty
what a load of *****.

A standard of living is giving
not taking, not stealing by dealing
from the bottom of the pack

what is it we lack?
compassion?
empathy?
no good asking me they've cut
out my tongue
the great con goes on and we are being
silenced
one
by
one
until we too are gone.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
969
   Weeping willow
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