Poor Judgment Among Middle Class.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Neither filthy rich nor dirty poor,
A class is created to behave as the actors,
Wearing of stiff attires, carrying the brands,
Which have the plants beside the backyard,
Where the drains, sewer and the river merge,
Holding of handbags and wallets from the hide,
Of fat and skinny animals and they like to show,
The name of the brand as if their dignity,
Flashing the smile, the shoes and the briefcase,
The perfume from the oldest continent,
China made products clips are removed,
They like to walk on the thin air,
Where they presume the rich stroll,
Noses are facing the north,
Anxieties are at the heart,
Where the false believes,
Are gradually seeded,
They have created the ‘rich’ middle class,
Who may not live as the rich or the poor,
To enjoy the luxury or poverty everyday,
They try to be the prince and princess,
in the pretentious hotel’s seashore,
Their hearts are filled with fear and doubts,
the repayment to avoid foreclosures,
the democracy will prevail and it will not fail,
when the economic development is felt,
the democratic human are smart,
to live within their means with no prejudices,
false brands can’t collapse their poor judgment,
of trusting overpriced brands and lies,
the middle class has emerged in many parts,
of the high end world and suffer in silence,
traveling through the worrying canals,
they have to go out and look for work,
otherwise the welfare stamp is slapped on their face.