Westminster argues over figures

[Am I A Poet?]

As the soldier's wife cries
and the homeless man dies,
Westminster argues over figures.

The Man who writes the papers
says the streets are getting safer,
but the abandoned boy still pulls the trigger.


So the tired bell rings
and the choir boy sings,
while blind moths get sucked to the Light.

"Take this bread and this wine
and you'll all be just fine!"
(So long as you're rich and you're white.)


But, without ever slowing,
the deep river keeps flowing:
its course unaltered by choices.

This determined force carries
all the Toms, Dicks and Harries,
while oblivious to each of their voices.