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Red Carpet

The carpet under whom all is brushed
where secrets are hushed
and truths are mushed
dissenters crushed,
gushed forth
I am the carpet who must be sussed
if you would know what has been lost —
the hand-shake deals
and inner wheels  
are such a steal
you’d never believe the knowledge I’ve got
the boiling pot, the stinking rot, the clever plot
of a president shot from a poor man’s squat
and what about the corporate spies
the pies in skies, the media lies?
Distractions from the hunger game  
of childrens’ cries, it’s still the same
revolving doors, accounts off-shore, the rotten core
perpetuating rich and poor
and that’s not all, there’s more and more
not least the reasons for a war.
Remember this: I am the carpet under whom  
it all is brushed … and - do - you - see - red?
I hope you do, for I am red right through and through
rolled out for bigwigs from a plane
or eco-posing from a train
more usually from a limousine
they step out posh and I protect
the soles of shoes to great effect,  
their buff shines on, it won’t get scuffed  
or crunching on some grit get roughed
I’m ever-so kind for out of sight is out of mind  
I soften the blow
of contact  
 
with the world below.

 
Written by Josh (Joshua Bond)
Published | Edited 11th Mar 2024
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