Peasant Lives

Do we live within a land
that doesn't
have we seen
our dreams
through eyes that couldn't
have we thrown our beans
to a garden so rich
that they could grow
but wouldn't
could you hit your target
with one bow ,
no arrow
across the continent
do you see success on show
at its height so it glows
a life you might never know
but always covet
the risks of life
a sharpened knife
the odds are rife
in every cupboard .

Bad luck
in the betting book
you know not to push it
but someone else
maybe yourself
will shove it .

The winning cat
will lick his cream
elegant, imperial
silk fur , material
in the painted , pictorial
free from politician bull
harpsichord hills are full
sanity wonderful
you know you can't annul
the dream of life
so powerful .

Thrones and gowns
are we the clowns
who scrounge around
regalities uptown
as they frown
their laughing at your down
they hold all the pennies
in all of the pounds
that you make
the hand of vat
like the cream and cat
its sure to take
the classes in top hats
that eat your cake
then laugh on beaches
as they bake
old war veterans
freeze and shake
factory fingers get stripped
as the scales are tipped
we always get ripped
theres an obvious mistake
for christs sake
we know this lifes a political
cash for questions
expenses scam
double mortgage fake.