March of the Dispossessed

They walk the streets by day,
Scuffed trainers, baggy clothes,
Sitting in groups outside job centres,
Cigarettes in hand.
Waiting for nothing.

Marching…

You can see it in their faces,
Veterans of disappointment.
Too many applications,
Not enough work.
Society’s unwanted children.

They keep marching…

They promised us better than this.
Liars never deliver on their word.
The rich preach stability,
While many more fall.

Many more are marching….

I guess I’m one of you now.
Counting my coins and my blessings,
While others judge from comfortable thrones.
Too afraid of the winds of change,
To make real progress.

We all keep marching…