The New Class Losses  Poem by Danny Draper

Just like the opulence of Roman fame,
With conquered lives abound' from coast to coast;
Here our unwashed, ingrates shall stand before 
All mighty corporates with blow torch, whose flame
Is imprisoned enlightenment, in each name,  
Mothers of excesses. From their bacon barrelled hands
Grows world-wide suspicion; whose wide eyes condemn
The failed air of founding fathers dream'.
'Keep, honest minds, your only hope! ' Cry they
With vocal lists. 'Give up your tired, your poor,  
Your harangued masses yearning to be let be,
The wretched refuse of your teetering law.
Send these, the hapless, temple-pressed to see,
The blazing lamps behind gold closing doors! '

By Danny Draper 26/6/2012