He was too proud
To ask for food
Could not speak up
On allowance;
To nurse his mother
He’d left his job
“Working people, we hear you:
The lazy and the feckless
Will pay for their wrongdoings”
They cut his power
The insulin in the fridge
Was spoiled
His sister found him
Near a pile of CVs
With an empty stomach
“Working people, we hear you"
While those who are voiceless
Make no sound
Working people: are we not
Our brothers and sisters’ keepers?
To ask for food
Could not speak up
On allowance;
To nurse his mother
He’d left his job
“Working people, we hear you:
The lazy and the feckless
Will pay for their wrongdoings”
They cut his power
The insulin in the fridge
Was spoiled
His sister found him
Near a pile of CVs
With an empty stomach
“Working people, we hear you"
While those who are voiceless
Make no sound
Working people: are we not
Our brothers and sisters’ keepers?
( Kiran Leonard )
www.ChordsAZ.com