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Broken by a system of avarice

Of material possessions 

Greed obsessed, 

Where everybody is out 

To get what they can,

Where the most respected people

Are the money men.

Where being spiritual

And willing to share,

Is seen as a weakness

Like wanting to care,

We see this reflected

In work and jobs,

Where nurses and carers

Don’t get a lot,

Yet bankers and stock market men

Are paid obscene amounts.

So the people at the bottom toil

With low pay and debt,

Where every thing you earn

Has to be stretched,

Where you can’t buy the things

For your kids they would like

And there is very little future

And it’s certainly not bright.

Where you sit and wonder 

How to pay the bills,

Living hand to mouth

Barely able to buy any food,

Where treats are not something

You can afford,

And you can only dream

And fantasise about holidays abroad.

Now the hours worked are often 40 plus

And I have heard it said

Maybe that’s not enough,

That if you want money you got work hard

This is a joke don’t make me laugh.

Nurses and carers and other low paid folk,

Work much harder 

Than the financier bloke

But saving or looking after

Others people’s lives,

Don’t have the same rewards

That the money men get.

It’s a condemnation of our system,

That the people

Who are poor

Left outside in the cold,

Banging at the rich man’s door,

Are those who contribute

More valuabley in life

And the fact that they have to live 

A life of strife,

Is disgraceful and is wrong in everyway

And it is why the system should adopt

Equal pay, 

For there is no job,

That should be low paid,

No one should have to live a life of strain.

No one should have to decide,

Buy food? or clothes for the kids?

Nobody should have to struggle

To simply exist

For there is enough money to go round

Penny for penny, pound for pound.

Where a footballer gets 100,000 pounds a week!

Try telling me this is not obscene.