'' They Cannot Get Rich, Without You '' Poem by Bri Mar

While the top one per cent,
Refuse to relent,
Just to live, is becoming a chore,
Without our consent,
Their profits they augment,
The truth being, they desire even more.

On this very day,
If they get their way,
We'll be suffering even more stress,
They're enhancing their pay,
While the majority pray,
Knowing they will have to transgress.

The announcement is in,
Those directors grin,
You can see the joy in their eyes,
As new prices begin,
They continue their spin,
For them, it's an eighty per cent rise?

Their lifestyles a breeze,
They don't care if you freeze,
They don't know the meaning of strife,
They can do as they please,
As your last penny they seize,
Profits take precedence, over life.

While we're under attack,
Our government sits back,
As our cost of living just rockets,
While we're on the rack,
A freeze they won't back,
As they too, are filling their pockets.

These multi-millionaires,
Live only for shares,
It fulfils their capitalist ideal,
What's theirs is theirs,
As for you it's, who cares,
They don't give a damn how you feel.

It's truth not a lie,
Many people will die,
Though the rich kids may not agree,
By refusing to buy,
Their profits we'll deny,
Remember, civil disobedience is free.

An outpouring of puss,
From both Sunak and Truss,
Proves to us, they haven't a clue,
It is up to us,
To kick up a fuss,

‘' They Cannot Get Rich, Without You ‘'