Ten to eight. The shoppers wait
For the shops to open,
Hoping for bargains.
Saving margins are getting finer.
Cafes are full of breakfast diners,
Work colleagues brown-nosing the boss, Files at ready; intense discussion
With the boss on future action.
In this climate workers fear the loss Of jobs, and so the boss
Gets special care and attention.
Greengrocer open early
To beat the supermarket trade,
Fruit, veg. and eggs displayed,
All Australian grown and laid
To pander to patriotic shoppers who demand Australian made.
Newsagent busy selling
Lottery tickets, mags. and papers.
The queues for luck and news
Are long. There’s quite a throng,
For the views of most today
Are that luck not work will be the way To pay for prosperity.
I order coffee, sit and wait,
Then sip and meditate.
I browse the paper that’s provided,
Read the political debate,
See Kevin Rudd has not decided
If it’s recession or depression
That grips our nation. Consternation Is running rife with unemployment strife. The stock market fall
Has investors in perturbation.
Industries are going to the wall.
There’s a call for workers’ strikes.
There are unprecedented hikes
In the cost of living, giving
Low income earners grief.
It’s almost beyond belief
How our prosperity has disappeared, But too few feared this catastrophe in time To prevent it. The rapid climb
To wealth for some
Has come to a fall