A beggar stands with cup in hand <br />His eyes upon the street <br />Scattered shards of love and hope <br />Arrayed before his feet <br /> <br />An angry man with writer’s hands <br />And codes of social worth <br />Stops to ventilate the thesis <br />Written on his shirt <br /> <br />“You think you are to blame for this <br />But no it’s not like that <br />There are global forces here at work <br />That you don’t understand” <br /> <br />“They hold the media in their hands <br />And spin and mold the truth <br />And politicians good or bad <br />Must face the polling booth” <br /> <br />“As soulless multinationals <br />With the ethics of a thief <br />Crawl lower than a snail’s slime <br />And take whatever they can reach” <br /> <br />“In their relentless single minded drive <br />To chase the bottom line <br />They’ll suck the life from you and me <br />And throw the husks aside” <br /> <br />And he spat the words with outraged voice <br />“This is where the REVOLUTION starts”. <br />“Ha where’ve you been my dreamer friend <br />the revolution never stopped.” <br /> <br />“I was once like you so full of fire <br />And sure that I was right <br />But now I’d rather dance n sing <br />Than take up arms n fight” <br /> <br />He pulled his coat about himself <br />And gathered to depart <br />“Plus ca change plus c’est la meme” <br />He bowed and touched his heart <br /> <br />Were living in a land of wealth <br />Of opportunity <br />A land that helps the helpless <br />With gifts and charity <br /> <br />Where cries of outrage cries of pain <br />Are few and far between <br />And trains and buses run on time <br />And no one bothers me <br /> <br />N I’ll grab a beer n watch tv <br />I don’t look up too high <br />I wander round with my head bowed down <br />And dream about the sky<br /><br />David S Dennis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/82-incident-at-hyde-park-corner/
