Perhaps we all were sleeping

Perhaps we all were sleeping

You ask, confused,
What sense there is
To pay one person millions
An annual salary, weekly
For someone with a simple skill
A talent in his feet
In hope of certain goals to come
Team victories, corporate riches

See here’s a case to ponder
Questions begged
A toddler’s stamped ‘Not fair!’
As millionaires evade their tax
Fail to condemn the fattest cats
All glossy coats and sleekness
But will not rest, will do their best
To trap those welfare scroungers

When did the scales of justice tip
Or was it always thus?
Now licence lent, unfettered
To monstrous grasping greed
No need to fret for poorer folk
An undeserving class
When was the fight for fairness skewed
Our value system twisted?

You ask, confused,
What sense there is
Perhaps we all were sleeping
When selfishness became the norm
And caring just a cause for scorn
So superficial matters most
And thin is good or thinner best
And winner takes it all

So pity then our populace
And all our blessed planet
If no one cares
For equal shares
And all our world’s distorted

February 2nd 2011, Brighton, for Jude, who asked, confused