The purpose of living is to service the riches Pay taxes, insurance money to the witches Who spellbound remind us they are in charge. Reliance in nothing except in the wallets Of the privileged, establishment driven by cash. We cannot step off Just walk away We are hungry, have children Many bills to pay With one hand we are paid In sums worthless to most Then dutifully we pay back The lords who have gold. Live for the moment Die when you're old Scrimping and saving A soulless cheapened bowl Stale bread to live on Mould on our walls The wealthy established will laugh and they'll scoff. Us as subservient will bow and we'll doff Caps that are thread-bare Clothed in rough sacks. Servicing debt A rod for our backs. AGL

Humans All Who walk like us Hateful or loving Petite or tall Kind in consideration Of how others May wish to meet Another person Just like you Caring Altruistic Neighbourly and true Into the world unmoulded Each and every one Designed to learn Instinctively You walk and then you run Cultures bend the malleable mind Into what normalcy states as proscribed We land in communities of diversity In every corner Eyes witness many things Unseen by another in far off lands Who peeks nervously through vertical blinds The biggest cities unclean streets Open expanses out in the fields On the sloping  mountain sides Placid lochs Deserts dry Forests aflame with life As far as eyes can see Some wish they could live in another land Safe and more or less care free As different as the next man As are the roots in every tree It's nobody's fault What happens to you Unless you choose to be wicked Untamed and never bothered by Morality in your being Br