Fidgety Folks, Foxy Folks Poem by John Sensele

Amid the coronavirus ill
I feel it's time to heighten my will
To reach out and switch to the mood
In which you and I accelerate the good
You, me and them need the most
If we're to reduce the crazy cost
Humankind pays for the indifference
Driven in part or wholly through the influence
Our common error elevates
In thinking, planning and acting as though in our pates
We be active only on the surface
Whereas deep within us lies the disgrace
We reap and heap when the least of our citizens
Starves, sleeps rough, sees little hope in cousins
Communities condemn to perennial pain
As the affluent among us in the main
Pay lip service
Turn a blind eye to the lack of peace fleece
The poor confront head on
Wondering whose caring ringtone
Sounds right
Acts right to bite
The cancer that snatches and eats the bread
The poor can no longer buy because the economic dread
Shuts down means of bread winning
Unemployment figures in theory and meaning
Frighten and threaten
Livelihoods although theories claim to retain
Credibility and practicability in a market
Where my buying power ticket
Matters more than the self delusion
I create claiming my illusion
Translates into welfare for the poor
I treat with disdain in my insecure
Mind filled with rubbish I furnish
And defend to the hilt in my sycophant dish
Despite the overwhelming number
Of folks who can't lie in solitary slumber
Forever as I ask how many folks
Should die of hunger in anger while talks
Pretending to offer solutions speak loud silence
While my mouth full of caviar disgorges insolence
Tis time you and I thought out of the box
And for once stopped cheating fidgety folks
Or else history would tell a sad story
In which you and I would plunge in the infamy estuary.