What is it worth,this small piece of earth?
Time lost
counting the cost
of bricks and mortar,
repossessed and dispossessed,
civil unrest,
by blokes in string vests,
we protest by beating our chests,
do we desist,
or resist the rule of the fist?
knuckles white and tightening,
frightening,threatening white collar workers,
while shirkers get paid,
jaded,betrayed,
by a system enslaved,
chains rattled to the drumbeat of battle,
we march on the capital,
demonstrating,capitulating,week end warriors,
terrors home grown,and seeds sown
by aching bones,
hoping for an end,
a curtain call,
stalling for time,
and dollars and dimes.
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