Sunday, 14 January 2018

Towering Infernal's

Is this the way home?

I once lived in Barely-There
In the middle of Nowhere Street
With nothing much to shout about
And even less to eat

The visitors from Richly-Ville
With luggage bags gold lined
Blamed the passing by our way
We alley cats had undermined

Us prisoners of Poverty-Born
By coincidence not choice
In needy times unneeded
By the wealthy loudest voice