The Mighty... Poem by Robin Millstone

Backs are breaking!
Toes are stomped.
People's tempers clearly swamped.
Who will help us fix this mess?
Who will help us convalesce?

Years of working - loyal - true;
All for nothing - life askew.
Corporation's ugly hand -
Hiding faces in the sand.

Open pockets full of wealth
Brutalize our country's health.
Caustic disengaged old men
Plot - destroy our nation's Zen.

Caring hands for one and all
Used to be our nation's call -
Working hard and doing right
Used to take us t'ward the light!

Now we live with angst and fear -
Working all for not each year.
Building nothing for ourselves -
Knowing not where lives might delve.

Hence, our cities stand to lose;
Wearing out their worn out shoes.
Monies spent on other's lust -
Stark! Unbridled! Never just.

Ageless greed and aging kin;
Useless goals - no way to win.
Up against a threadbare wall...
Who will be the next to fall?

Backs are breaking!
Toes are stomped.
People's tempers clearly swamped.
Stop! Enough! Help fix this mess!
Time to heal and convalesce.


Time For Change- In Changing Times...