Why
Why, while there’s homeless,
Humans on earth do (d)elites,
With the capitol, still discuss,
Space exploration as a must?
How, morally can any of these,
Men sleep at night, when their,
Cash could transform the most,
Troubled people within sight?
In their flights of false fantasy,
Jetting around in pure luxury,
Do they even consider, reality?
Their profits derived immorally?
They selfishly speak boldly,
Proclaiming that ‘their’ innovations,
Are justifiably gained, (FFS). At the,
Expense of the majority, thriving.
Stop aiming for rocks, too far,
From our own, consider the truth
Everyone deserves HOME!
A sanctum of abundant shares.
They huddle in group bought,
Economy’s, topic, dictation’s Elation,
Whilst not following their ancestors,
Rather guided (bribing) philanthropy.
Time’s against the minority rule,
Shouting didactic intentions to the zoo.
Illusionists, bent on inequality,
Without a man-date morally, a fallacy!
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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