Hard times

We would sing out hearts out..
in Assembly each morning..
after its broken..
and without prior warning..
We would pray to be blessed..
sitting cross legged..
on parquet flooring..
and think of all things
bright and beautiful..
Apart from me.

I'd be thinking about..
those in peril.
on the Sea..or if
I'd remembered my
homework history..
Years passed in class..
and I could have
read it all instead...
if the net had been
invented..

 We were hungry
 for technology..
 couldn't see the woods
 for the tree..
 wrote it down in Pitman's
 stored it on A4 margined
 pre punched boring
 buff coloured paper
 mache ..

Are we The Boomers..?
I think I went Bang
in 69...primed to
work in Woolies, in sweat shops
or down The Mine..
slogging our guts.
to then have pensions cut .

The tide is high..
austerity since 2000, huge
cuts in services,
Lockdown..and now the final
blow..
Utilities are going through
the roof..
Modern day slavery..
Life's harder and harder...
it's becoming a fashion..
I wonder if it's available
at Prada ?