Graft…

The rains fell hard
on that Friday night
in ’64, in May.
Streets were flooded,
and many drowned.
It was not like any kind
of late Spring day.
Graft had been paid,
and sewers
remained blocked.
Trapped rain just wouldn’t flow.
It was then we uncovered
the corruption,
and it really shocked.
Councillors
trying to make a dishonest buck.
It’s a cliché, and yet,
it’s par for the course.
They just keep filling their wallets
as we run out of luck.
No heads would roll,
it was what it was,
just rain.
No compensation was ever paid.
for such is always the case,
we just feel the extra pain…

©Joe Wilson – Graft…2015

Man v man…

Why does Man so burden man
By treating man so badly
Does Man just sit and shake his head
And watch those vulnerable, sadly.
Man should rise and take the strain
To ease the suffering of man
For Man has power within his grasp
To do all that he can.

Those Men may hold the power
Those Men do have the wealth
But every five long years or so
The man moves you round with stealth.
For man is the real Puppet-master
Man just a mean Punchinello
And when it gets right down to the point
Man is corruption’s bedfellow.

As Man feasts at the table
Another man goes broke
Uncaring Man pollutes the air
While another man must choke.
Despite the wealth that Man has though
Man creates austerity
Yet man becomes a greater man
Than Man can ever be.

©Joe Wilson – Man v man…2015