The Taxman Cometh Even For The Rich Poem by C Richard Miles

And are the rich so insulated as they think
Now that our stretched economy stands at the brink
Of an inviting precipice down which to plunge
That lures it to fall, till mired in grime and grunge
Which reeks of penury and dearth of all resource
As Armageddon beckons with strong, insistent force
That will not wait for long till the taxman’s judgement day
And declares this is the moment when they will have to pay?