Consequences of Inaction by Jacqueline Claire Knight

I am not a silent poet

We knew, the people in the street.
We all saw the new cars, the rush to buy,
questioned how neighbours could afford
flashy weddings and communions as
if the village was suddenly as rich as the elite
posing on glossy pages at the hairdressers.
..

But those were the innocents, tempted to spend,
lured by kind bankers to take out loans,
caught up in the frenzy of avarice,
it all seemed so normal when everywhere you looked,
everyone you knew was doing the same,
ignoring the payback noose, tightening.
.

The guilty are those who played corruption as a game.
The banks, no excuses, there can be honest profit.
The truly unforgivable, our elected representatives
wooing with lies, stealing our votes, wasting our taxes,
pocketing their percentage, laughing at the fools,
those stamped on whilst blinded by tribal blinkers.
.. 

And still we knew, just had no proof.
Knew they…

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