The pretenders

THE PRETENDERS.

There is a light at the end of my street, barricades block the road all the way.
There are people at that end behind the blocks they smile as they pass by.
It all seems so clear what they live for. No penny pinching there
They stand so tall braving the blinding light
Their shoes they shine with clothes so fine.

At my end of the street it’s darker.
The beggars sit for ever
Buyers buy and sellers sell
That’s all there is in this market place from hell
Shit for sale, don’t you all need it?
What else is there?
What can I have today?
Just pay the price
Nice things forever more
So poor but never mind each other
Gathered for no purpose
The shops are all open keep your heads bowed down
The shame will pass
The economy is on the rise
Faster than you think
It’s all here everything you need
The seed has been planted
Too late to turn back
And see what’s in each other’s eyes.