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Saturday, 8 June 2013

Someone had this Gr8t idea...

Those who must pass this route 
are the great and the good,
who by their conference
would give shape to our future, 
who have pledged themselves
by their drudgery and toil
to make good the stains 
and botches of the past;
but, since they are our gods,
we must pay them what is due:
their eyes shall not be 
sullied by our hunger.
While they dine like Croesus
we may look - but not eat - 
until our bellies, 
shrinking small,
will cease to growl. 

© Abigail Wyatt

Abigail Wyatt lives near Redruth in Cornwall where she writes poetry and short fiction and tries not to give way to anger and despair.

1 comment:

  1. well said. show's how proud they are of themselves and their work when they have to resort to such falsehood. Not a single one of them any better than Dr Harold Shipman (IMHO)!