THE SONG OF POVERTY
Life is a poem, a poem, it writes itself to itself, and sometimes completely according to its meaning, but sometimes not.
Then life is just there, then rhyming doesn't matter, then the song has to endure what others tell it.
It doesn't rhyme happy and free with warmongering and church bells don't ring with exploiting people. It rhymes: optimizing profit does not mean decorating school books and not cheating on children's enjoyment of reading.
It rhymes bewitching girlfriend not with destroying the environment and protecting the bees not with landmines.
It rhymes children reward not with armed drones and honest love not with punishments and blows.
Speculation does not rhyme with revolution and the minimum wage does not rhyme with ridicule and derision. Unfortunately, hunger doesn't rhyme with food envy and human interests don't rhyme with poisons in food.
Toy boxes don't rhyme with right-wing populists and denying education doesn't rhyme with feeding children.
Beer with sausage doesn't rhyme with hunger and thirst and the poverty of the world doesn't rhyme with what we like.
Poverty doesn't write, it just lives the poem that others write to it, it can't stay that way anymore.
We want beautiful verses and verses that rhyme, we want a poem.
But poverty, no, we don't want that.
THE SONG OF POVERTY
Life is a poem, a song Written by itself Influenced by circumstances Mostly short Sometimes long Sometimes funny Mostly sad Good and bad Hard to follow Hard to understand However always with an end
Life is a poem, a song, written by itself Sometimes meaningful and sometimes not Sometimes life is just following and the poem is not nice And the song and life have to accept what others tell them
To be happy and free doesn’t match with warmongering And to ring the church-bells not with exploitation of children To optimize profit doesn’t match with decorating schoolbooks nicely and to love reading not with cheating children
To infatuate a friend doesn’t match with destroying the environment and to save the bees not with land-mines To reward children doesn’t match with armed drones And parental love not with punishment and paddy whack
Life is a poem, a song, written by itself Sometimes meaningful and sometimes not Sometimes life is just following and the poem is not nice And the song and life have to accept what others tell them
Speculation doesn’t match with revolution And pay floor not with mockery and scoff Starveling doesn’t match with jealousy about food And human interests not with poison in the food.
Toy boxes don’t match with right-wing populists And to deny education doesn’t match with feeding children Sausage with beer doesn’t match with hunger and thirst And the poverty in the world not with what we like.
Poverty doesn't create a song Poverty just follows the lines others create This has to stop We want beautiful poems with rhymes that match We want great life-poems but we don't want poverty.
Life is a poem, a song, written by itself Sometimes meaningful and sometimes not We want beautiful poems with rhymes that match We want great life-poems but we don’t want poverty. (Whispered: poverty is by force)