A taxi driver asleep, in his cab at the side of the road,
as car alarms go off in the street,
and people walk past boarded up shops,
and empty bottles in the gutter,
and broken people with broken lives,
pull out guns and knives, and swear far too many times,
and shout at every other person who they see,
people who walk quickly away in fear,
people who fear for their lives,
people trying to get home to their children,
and their husbands and their wives,
people, people trying to stay alive,
people in the city, people scared to go out night,
people in the ghettos who live where there is great poverty,
and yet, only a mile down the road there is great luxury,
and what a contradiction between the two there is,
and it is not the way that it should be,
but unfortunately, it is the reality, the reality,
a grinding misery, a devastation upon society,
and an inequality that ravages all who live in its shadow,
and that damages people’s mentalities,
and poverty is a disease, a disease of ill thought and greed,
by those in power and those not,
and those corporate companies,
and people who have more than they need,
and who pay far too little tax,
and who get richer whilst the poorer,
continue to live in misery and cannot relax.
