Horn of Plenty
Horn of Plenty
There was little sympathy in those days
late as it was in those early years,
when young and old alike were driven to new abandon
taking all things offered by the scalper
who laid low in high profile media spots
well placed at those most opportune of moments
in daily visual traffic.
All wants were for the taking and
there were always sumptuous arrays of items
continually on display
brightly coordinated, brilliantly arranged
and always needed.
There was little sympathy around then
for those who couldn't find the formulae
Those forlorn senders of bad news and bad trips
always so tacky in their fashion and manners and
exhibiting such chutzpah to pander the better citizens
who had made their way unassisted on common charities
Only those base sorts would sink to asking for something
There was such little sympathy for the times
when opulence permeated all quarters of the higher towers
and inner offices of decision.
There was no one to see under the rugs,
to hear the squalor in the darker corners tucked away
or smell the fumes of death
cooking so slowly beneath the headlines
"There is no hunger in America"....
There is little sympathy for those who choose
not to work for a living... there are no free lunches..."
There was little sympathy back then
there was only the growing hunger
and a murmur
which grew steadily, persistently
among the vulgar rabble
ever reminded of a hunger
and a popular persuasion
that there was little sympathy back then
for the likes of them.