No Interest In Us

No Interest In Us

I am of no interest to her

Nor my like who feed her.

Only numbers, Libre in excelsior,

In Gloriana ring her bell.

Scraping by, penny-scarce

Each day a fiscal desert

Thirsting for a life, a roof

To shelter from the storms.

She waves her crooked fiscal wand

A spell of misery,

But not the rich,

No they will smile.

Their interest half revived

They cry ‘Not enough!’

I must be the broken straw

Upon which their nest egg

Warm and safe.

The old Lady of Threadneedle Street

Cares not for the likes of me

The rich must have their fill

They have the power…

Me?    I have a mortgage

She and her needle have pierced my life

And the Mandarins care not…unless I dare to not pay up.