one thing i can see

poverty means always knowing the price
of each essential having each day to choose
between harsh needs knowing that to lose
one day of work means nothing at all nice
there is no flavour to this bowl of rice
earned after what seems unlimited abuse
not even death provides a fair excuse
the corporate soul's a solid lump of ice
what keeps you going isn't very much
what keeps you begging is just simple need
the hope is that one day struggle will cease
meanwhile you try a truly human touch
knowing that you've got other mouths to feed
and hoping for justice as well as peace