The men with the money
were at the soup kitchen today
a place where the homeless
go for their lunch
The men with the money
say there’s plenty of homes
they’re dropping them on the council land
like bits of confetti
And the men with the money
say its all been approved
while they cut out the affordable
and the homeless were moved
Where did they go – on the darkest of nights
to a place that was open – avoiding the fights
away from the shiny bright towers of the rich
not far from the spot – they call their pitch
But out of the darkness – a small ray of light
as a lad finds himself a bed for the night
and cheers in abundance as his pals they all smile
as he’ll be out of the cold and the rain for a while
The Inkwell 