The Price We Pay


The root of all evil found in cash
Passes out faster than a dash
Like liquid through fingers is lost
Social disease leaving a rash

A first world nation it is such
Yet poverty is seen too much
Feeding the banks but at what cost
When our government’s out of touch

An old man left to die from cold
No food to eat, no hand to hold
His body wrapped in winter’s frost
The price we must pay to be bold

 

©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Rubaiyat

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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