Fearful of the approach of nighttime dark
To walk, to hide, to sleep, and wait
For the morning dawn of light and lies;
Is there no escape from political pretense?
Not for me, nor mine, the corporate bonus.
We believed that to vote the system changes.
It does! For the banking elite, the greedy cheats:
While I walk in fear along the grubby streets.
From a place too poor to attend a school,
Unqualified to work, or to be trained, I hustled,
Was honest and fair. Like others, we voted
For political change: for us that never happened.
For the likes of me there is no change in our lives
We aren’t wealthy, nor are we useful, except
As commodities. Used maybe, to fight imperial wars,
And get blown-up for policies we did not vote for.
