Friday, 27 November 2015

Black Friday ( a poem)


( an old poem I thought I'd posted before, but seems I haven't, so here it is)

Black Friday, black bloody night
with the tories daily stalking our lives,
creating consumer madness
people driven to despair,
fighting for a bargain
instead of for their lives.

Black Sunday, Black Monday, Black Tuesday
on and on as they push us to breaking point;
turn our days dark in the middle of the day
I see red, but  carry on walking,
I have no time for over consumption
bottle open  so still  have to be careful.

But  really do not understand the need
of crazed people ixation with greed
fighting for brands that I've never heard of
I prefer to spend my days following love,
will  ignore this nightmarish capitalist rush
wake up when all over, with some spare change

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