Must we kneel before the Emperor and beg for just one crumb?
And lie prostrate on the floor as he pretends to be struck dumb.
His consort just looks on and we know she does not care,
that another child is hungry; with a cupboard that is bare.
The lords who hold the purse strings are stingy in their ways.
The empire will shut down for who knows how many days.
They spent us into debt and the people here can starve.
There’ll be no food to cook and no meat for them to carve.
Though some don’t feel the pain, there is still left-over stew,
but when their pot is empty, tell me; will they get a clue?
We may be down, but are we out? What more is there to give?
On hope the people cling and that’s just no way to live.
Why should we have to kneel or beg one lazy lord?
Only money speaks to them; but it’s our money that they hoard.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland