Redemption For The Middle Class

By Raima Joseph

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Thou mustn't quiver,

For a long line hails,

Hither to thither.

Thou shall be patient,

For thy hunger's sake.

Not for food, mind thee,

The hunger to take!

Take! Oh, take back!

What is rightfully thine.

Plates of many meat,

Or bottles of fine wine.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

They must requite,

Toil that thou endured

Without any spite.

And henceforth,

Thy chance arrives!

Thou must take back,

What's rightfully thine.

See the golden gravy,

Hear your vengeance cry,

Collect whatever thou can,

The limit is the sky!

Plates and plates,

Of all thou can eat.

For the price of one,

A banquet to defeat.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

I scream for the labour,

And so I shall feast upon,

Ice-cream of any flavour.

March along, comrades,

And devour en masse!

As a buffet is redemption,

Redemption, for the middle class.

By Raima Joseph