The rich and poor never is it more noticeable than at Christmas. The Foureyed Poet.
The couple on the street with nothing to their name
a tough place to find yourself.
In the cold house no heating could be used here
or food consumed very often.
Parents without jobs two kids and benefits tight
another Christmas near what a plight!
Centres opened at Christmas for the down and outs
this derogatory term we still use.
For most it was not a choice of their making
as the recession bites hard.
More desperate and seeking government support
increasing numbers in poverty caught!
At the other end of that ever longer sliding scale
those with fortunate families.
Where moneys plentiful and their futures bright
in warm well stocked homes.
No need to scrimp and save or turn off the heat
expensive toys and houses so neat!
Cost means nothing filling those many cars
having no idea of those without!
Two cultures at this festive season once more
the rich giving to charities.
To make them feel good in their arrogant way
they’ll have a happy Christmas day!
I wonder how the others will fare on this magical day?
The Foureyed Poet.
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