A Gripe At Flight

I have an appetite to exercise a gripe,

And with all of my God given might

I will acknowledge the suffering fight

Of the out of sight third-world plight.

 

Have you tastes in humane decency,

And have you respectfully come to be

An influential technocrat acting fat

With pride of let's hide this sad side

Of politics of us not enjoying the ride.

 

They’re instrumental in a mentality gravity,

As she and he act disrespectfully in sad glee

At their policy to hand out a little from a lot

As those poor souls still using coals still rot.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.