Sixty Two People Poem by Stephen Pennell

Sixty Two People

Sixty two fat cats hold tight on their riches .
The poorest of people have to make do with scraps from the table .
Yet in a slum of a work place, The seamstresses eyes strain
Sewing in labels of companies to famous to name as it would cause them so much shame.
If only the bosses would stop dodging taxes
And pay decent wages to the lads and the lasses.
Schools can't teach children who are working in kitchens
If only our Governments would show some conviction
To banish the world of injustice and victimisation.!