Pesky Poverty Poem by John Sensele

Assess how much you bless the poor
Who by your street side beg for alms
Which you deride arguing their spoor
Offends your nostrils while your arms

Shoo the poor away from your residence
Built on several square kilometers of prime land
While the poor squatter on the fringe of infertile soil without a dance, a chance or balance
In the quality of life they lead as your band

Consisting of bankers, suckers and hackers
Amass lasses, ill gotten gains and spirit
Away national wealth in complicit with Swiss bankers
To buy mansions in Crete

In the Bahamas and several rows of tax havens
While the voiceless and the choiceless
Wallow in pesky poverty and your dens
Of crippling capitalism care for the poor less and less.