Class Consciousness
In the reign
of King Coal and Queen cotton
Class seemed
clear, the sons and daughters of toil,
Drawn to
industrial towns from the soil,
Knew
precisely where all the ill-gotten
Gains from
their labours went. To the mansion
Up on the
hill, wherein dwelt the owner
Of all
gathered below him, the loner
Being driven
by capital’s expansion.
That dual
monarchy has abdicated,
The
mansion’s now a care home. Workers pass,
Too many are
convinced, as middle class,
Though
capital’s craving must still be sated.
Commodity
dealers remain takers
Of profit,
from commodity makers.
D. A.
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