ClassesPublished by Susan on 08/10/2003 (2887 reads)
Alas! the horde of humankind
Exist in woe and strife;
They grovel in the grime to find
Necessities of life:
Yet roof and raiment, fire and feed
Are all their need.
The smug and snug white-collar class
In which I have been born
Ignore the squalid labour mass
Or look on them with scorn;
Suburban comfort is their goal,
Security their soul.
The bloated wealthy of the world,
Demand of life the best,
Serene in golden languor curled
They reck not of the rest;
Unheeding of gaunt need they be
And loll in luxury.
So as I go my middle way
Between the hoveled ditch,
And lawns of loveliness that gay
The mansions of the rich,
I wonder - will Man ever see
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