Feeling pictures that are seen,

Raising ‘n’ raging the conscience, a scene not serine!

“WAKE-UP!” shouted under bridges and on the walls,

On buildings that are so cold!

Up loaded graffiti glares,

At tight-lipped faces that are not there!

The living-dead have come a-live,

As they take each blow in their every stride!

Austerity masked with laws called “civil” as-can-be,

As hearts pound , the body-bleeds!

Faces, eyes- that do not beg,

Work, WORK, work, with a hanging head!

Time trickles like in an hour-glass, day-in day-out,

With not much at-all to account!

They sell what they can,

Clenching on-to the coins in their hand!

The young smile, as they glare,

To a future with dispair!

Clenching, learning…working on a dream,

For a future with dignity, not-foreseen!

“Carnival -Characters” on band-wagon-floats,

Waving in the air,  out to get those votes!

For-those-crosses on those ballots to be seen,

They need to change past-practices ‘n’policies.

They need not feed the ‘Greed-machine’ any more,

As they have done all these years before!

As the walls on cold buildings say:

“Politicians have sold-out to Banksters” in every-way!

Creating a chopping-cutting-machine,

Limiting growth of living the dream!