We see you.
No cash for Doctors no funds for special care,
When it comes to people the cupboard is bare,
New budget for guns and raised deficit for shells,
More misspent youth spent wasted in cells,
No housing for citizens nor bedsits nor flats,
A wandering minstrel on a street of fat cats,
A foodbank and charity from those who may care,
But there’s little to wash away hopelessness, lost pride or despair,
Behind the raised walls and security of Killiney’s Vico road,
In Foxrock, Leopardstown and Brennanstown behind enhanced security and a five digit code,
Here lies the man who is pulling the strings,
Dressed in Versace and Gold covered rings,
Counting his money while stealing your future,
Locking away his big filthy lucre,
“I’ve worked hard for my money” is his belligerent opening feeler,
Sure there’s many who could say the same, even the local Drug Dealer,
Dictating law, various acts and legislation,
Then telling us how everything he does meets legalisation,
It’s not theft, graft nor human exploitation,
It’s democracy, capitalism and the way of our great Nation,
Avoiding taxation, special purpose instruments, off shoring,
Corporate Human Trafficking and Banking Whoring,
The Dole has gone up, hip hip hooray,
Yet they still moan and grumble in spoilt San Tropez,
Are they taking the Piste as we struggle to find homes,
In their Ivory Towers beneath their gold gilded rotunda domes,
Bezos in Venice and Elon in Space,
Bono in Dalkey, the billionaires base,
The Malone Road is buzzing, no trouble is sight,
No SF, DUP or radical right,
Wealth knows no borders it’s international,
While people and lives are all transactional,
A resource to be exploited that’s all people are,
To use and abuse both near and afar,
A consumer, a worker, a servant a slave,
Brainwashed and taught just how to behave,
Bread and circuses, a bone here and there,
A Dinner Party, a Charity affair,
Done their bit now ain’t they great,
A nice Bow tie and 500 euro a plate,
A few bob for the starving African babies, an odd debit from the Credit card,
They think this ostentatious giving will reserve for them a table in God’s own back yard,
Or impress the Network or help with introductions,
Like Sycophants and Lickspittles they need no further instructions,
Flouncing through Donnybrook, Ailesbury and Shrewsbury road,
Ballsbridge, Tritonville and bucolic Sandycove,
Says Mary “You pay peanuts you get monkeys”,
Says I, you pay millions you get Blackrock college's useless flunkies.
A few Chimps could type the complete works of Shakespeare,
Overdue laws for White Collar Crimes could one day make things clear,
Milud, Milud, my client begs your forgiveness and pardon,
Your old class mate Judge, he once gave you a hard on,
Lock him up, not a hope,
Tis true tis true and not a trope,
Wearing Suits and ties with white starched collars,
Invisible people, invisible workers making you trillions of Dollars,
Sowing hatred and division to safely bank Shares,
Selling Tv’s and iPhones, artillery missiles and kitchen chairs,
The American dream a shattered illusion,
With Wall Street and Fleet Street in classic collusion,
But fear a bright dawn, a day anew,
For,
We – will – see - you.
Keep the wheels turning.
If you can crawl, crawl. If you can walk, walk. If you can run, run.