I Wandered Through Each Chartered Street.

" I wandered through each chartered filth, filled, street        
to eye things the poor are suffered to own;        
rags, disease, high-rent slums, death, as a treat...        
and in my impotence I can only groan.        
        
The doorway sleepers, the ragged children,        
just gallows fodder because they be poor,        
boys and girls, hard labourers at age ten        
no help, the rich bought out Jesus's roar..."    
        
And today, (I am sick of all their Cant)        
tents in streets of that, richest land of all,        
on T.V. - Pals, of rich lawmakers rant        
Keep the poor out! Pay Us To Build Your Wall!    
        
The poor are behind walls now, they can't climb,        
Those grifter's above, just don't give, a dime...