Shaker

The art of people left last year

With jobs, stability and good cheer

I stand amidst a corporate snake

Who’s pointing finger makes me shake

Shake with anger, shake with fear

The cynic finger point my dear

Was never so useful to cover arses

That when recession hit middle classes

Clinging on to power and position

While sacrificing little ones

They were the Bright

The waxed on lyrical

Now they stand reflecting

The sore political

Oh yes its easy to point and frown

And hand down judgement from the crown

You who never knew the rule

Now use it as your scaping tool

In times of pressure some look in

And some look out and all about

And sickening they deal their blows

To unfortunates who wait below

No lower character could there be

Than the one I face, the one I see

To forfeit truth and honest effort

To keep yourself at higher port

And thrust you will maybe for all time

I hope you get to where you strive

I hope it’s worth the immoral stance

The slying look, the blaming glance

Let me say this; when thinking’s run

With blessings counted and money done

Dear; when its time to meet your maker

It’s you who’ll be the greater shaker