Respect
By Ewan
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We are your betters.
You are capital,
letters’ victims,
lenders’ fools.
The Salt of the Earth!
We agree, it’s sown so:
we know what grows
in salted fields.
We are your leaders:
you are the hearty
bleeders’ pitied,
citied poor
- the yeoman Briton,
to till our shops
and grow our profits
in offshore banks.
We are the upper crust,
our crumbs your daily
failures’ bread
eaten standing up.
You spawn of filth,
you ignorant dolts
in burning flats
and crumbling homes…
Why do you not respect us?
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Dear Ewan,
You don't to need post this comment. I'm not looking to score any points, nor gain favor, or status here on this site. Its more of learning experience for me and I enjoy reading many of the post when I get the time to visit here. I'm learning to tune my own skills as to my own project in progress. I'm just thankful you and the team allowed me in this place.
Maybe this is more of an inspired message than a comment. (take it as a snap shot from a viewer on the other side).
Re; Your rant/poem makes sense and inspires me. I'll ask for a pardon here or a little mercy as I am not from your literary world, in the sense this might be raw.
I am a survivor of living the 7 deadly sins. And living it well and to excess and paying a price for that in several ways. Whether standing on podiums post sporting events, getting a medal pinned on for service or outrageous behavior being the center of attention, including dating all the wrong woman you would never take home to meet Mum but you're mates are wowed kinda-thing. And residing and operating well, surviving in, lets say Alpine areas & Principalities loaded with, where you have referred to as "Offshore Banks" in your writing herein......
The rant, is well written and I believe strikes a cord across many social economic and cultural lines, very relatable. But it's the question at the end (?).... I used to ask myself that question allot, as I was looking down, literally, or in a success achievement sense measuring myself against and compared to others and dwelling in discrimination. In that question, struck exactly the point as to why I changed my life, carrier, and ended up marrying a nice girl.
My point is; I could never write it as you did, I could never with clarity express it like you wrote. I could never sum it up in a series of simplistic few lines that carry a rhythm. But you did. I learned something here today. Thank you.
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Nicely, neatly put. Summed up
Nicely, neatly put. Summed up in a few precisly chosen words.
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