The children on the dark forgotten line <br />The line outside the side that has the dosh <br />The dosh that was intended for the stuff <br />the stuff of which there never is enough <br /> <br />Enough to feed the ones that are not us <br />Enough to clip invested interests first <br />Enough to care but not to care enough <br />Enough, Enough, Enough, Enough, Enough <br /> <br />I splattered on our boots and on the line <br />I spotted yours but you did not see Mine <br />I spotted Mine hung up there in a tree, with <br />eyes and nose and mouth and bits on me <br /> <br />Almost anything is cheaper than a script <br />Almost any passing guilt will work the till <br />Almost any fool’s Reality will thrill <br />Almost anything you find puts 'content' in <br /> <br />we click their laughing faces and move on <br />we satellite their trauma ‘round the world <br />we let our readers pick out which one dies <br />we leave them to starvation and to flies<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-technology-in-the-hungry-world/
