We are all blind until we see
—That in the human plan
Nothing is worth the making if
—It does not make the Person.
Why build these cities glorious
—If People unbuilded go?
In vain we build the work, unless
—The builders also grow.
Profit before People is Power
I, Me, Mine the selfish seed
Leads to disaster, Grenfell Tower
Feck the Morals, we worship Greed
Tory Regime a soulless plan
Making money whatever the cost
Callous indifference to everyman
Seeking Gold alone, true treasure lost
…People Matter
A.R.Wait 22.06.18
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