food, clothing and shelter (a Preemptive Poem from the Proletariat)
You who gorge well
Because you feed on our blood
While our ravenous gut
Tosses and turns inside our bodies,
Our nights with nightmares aghast.
You who garb well
Because you shroud your conscience
With our clothes
While we put up for sale,
Every bit of us, to the last.
You who have roofs over your heads
Because you swindle our homes
While we struggle to rent a future
Our presents already past.
When you go to bed tonight
Prepare yourself for your worst nightmare,
Don’t turn off the light;
For even though
We had long back given in,
Our hungry children seek a fresh start.
For their rightful share in the scheme of things,
They are going to visit you tonight –
To tug at your sleeping heart.