The Spicy Cauldron

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Poem // Market Forces

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Hospitals are closing down,
Closing down, closing down.
Hospitals are closing down,
Market forces.

Managers cut but not their pay,
Not their pay, not their pay,
Managers cut but not their pay,
Market forces.

All our rights are washed away,
Washed away, washed away,
All our rights are washed away,
Market forces.

Blame Romania for everything,
Everything, everything,
Blame Romania for everything,
Market forces.

Right-wing tabloids always lie,
Always lie, always lie,
Right-wing tabloids always lie,
Market forces.

Not enough homes for people now,
People now, people now,
Not enough homes for people now,
Market forces.

Let’s tax the poor and pay the rich,
Pay the rich, pay the rich,
Let’s tax the poor and pay the rich,
Market forces.

Feed the banks with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Feed the banks with silver and gold,
Market forces.

Silver and gold will be held back,
Be held back, be held back,
Silver and gold will be held back,
Market forces.

Send a man to beg for loans,
Beg for loans, beg for loans,
Send a man to beg for loans,
Market forces.

Suppose the man should fall quite sick,
Fall quite sick, fall quite sick,
Suppose the man should fall quite sick?
Market forces.

Make him work, he’s telling lies,
Telling lies, telling lies,
Make him work, he’s telling lies,
Market forces.

Author: Andrew S. Hinkinson

I have acolytes. We eat quiche. We will fight the Anti-Quiche and its dark summoner as foretold in well-cooked prophecies contained within the Book of Delia. I write poetry, stories, rustle up a little political prose and generally lark about with chickens and friends. I enjoy life more and more as time goes by. I've got books for sale. Buy them. They're very good. Ask an acolyte!