Social Mobility Poem by Green Peace

Tall sky scrapers, grilled, barred, curtained
No ray of light within
Wired, cabled, electrified
All joys, happiness, aspirations
Soft toyed, computer ed, fern leaves, artificial roses
No time, space to water the real soft ones
Never do bathe your countenance
in the fresh, pristine air and the marvellous bounties of nature.
Caged cocktails with kingfisher and roasted cashew
Smelt, Felt, molested mistresses
White collared, rode in cielo
Been with the kingpins, crushed the
paupers under wheels of the car
Lived in high buildings
And yet no room for 'humanity'