Money is not in short supply,
it cannot be,
when we can find the cash, the dough,
the pennies and the large plastic five pound
notes, ones not covered in the greed of
addiction to white washed powder,
to do up Parliament, to give a makeover
to Buckingham Palace, to give MPs a raise,
the necessary leg up to get them out of poverty…
for the one offering truth, the many
folding their arms and sniffing at the delights of the trough;
whilst children go hungry, whilst children are taken into care,
whilst prisons overflow, whilst social housing
is fucked up because of the culture
of allowing someone to own two homes,
of displacing a native born Cornish person
from their country, from allowing despair
to foster, to the ache of despondency to flourish,
to the lost hope, the raising of a glass and cheer to
murdering a generation’s hope, to fostering division,
to losing heart, to the anguish of heating or eating,
of one pay check away from destitution,
of the Toblerone scandal in which
other government insanity is held unaccountable,
to causing hate to rise, to allowing standards to slip,
to letting another generation tell those that came before
that their ways are obsolete, yet still finding
the time to not get angry about a house improvement
somewhere near Nelson’s Column, rather the populace
gets pissed about reality television,
about events in a jungle, about a pseudo Lesbian kiss
designed to titillate and taunt post MTV audiences
into a morbid frenzy on social media and yet no one
truly gets pissed about the money spent
renewing a weapon designed
to kill another culture’s children, that we back
slap ourselves for raising money for children in such need
and yet the positions should be reversed, you
want mass destruction, have a fucking telethon,
host a garden party where the rich and insane
can rub shoulders with the corrupt and lunatic;
just as they do every other day of the week…
Money is not in short supply,
we just have our priorities mixed up,
inside out and upside down,
give what you can, give, give, give what
to what as the decorator and interior designer
rack up the price of their job
in good old Buck House.
Ian D. Hall 2016