shadow of a dream

what should have been
the quiet hours of our declining years
have now become full of angst and poverty
the rewards of a working life withheld
to increase the wealth of those
whose words cripple truth
whose greed knows no mercy
whose pockets are already overfull

what should have been
a quiet and meditative autumn
has now become 'the winter of our discontent'
tattered clothes on freezing bones
stand as a warning
to those who long for justice
to those who wish for peace
whose tears cry out for freedom

Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2014-01-15 at 16:36

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a very well-written poem.

Very clearly said the state of our world today. More for the rich at the expense of the rest. Savings destroyed, pensions lost. Greed and more greed control society with no mercy for anyone. To be unemployed because there are no jobs has made a person a moocher; to be retired without a promised pension is the same.
The media and politics of the time changing the opinions of the people. The rich too big to fail; to big to fight. You made your words explain our world today very clear. Bravo!