Pauperize

~charcoal & pastel~ Natasha Head

Pauperize

They tell me, this is how it is.
Okay, says me, but why's this got to be?
Never an answer, rather they simply turn
hiding bulging pockets.
I can work for less. Sure...
who needs bread
and water's free...even if dirty.

They tell me, we did this
once again, under the impression we can practice constraint
the blame falls on overworked shoulders.
Breaking backs...heart attacks
Children...homeless, hungry,
Alone.

Latch key strangle me
blame pooled deep, drowning
in the name of survival.
Tax credits, no credit,
Funny how we come to rely on plastic
pilfered from the very core of our planet.
Ironic really,
the soul of our mother
the straw that breaks the beast.

This is big business baby
All ya gotta do is spend.
Keep 'em rolling in the dough
Cut the phone
Ignore the mail
slip into non-existence

So they need not look at you.