Loggerheads

Unchanged we grow older

unwisened by our age

confined by hackneyed politics

an indifferent cage.

The poor are always present

on permanent parade

unseen beyond bureaucracy

but noted, scaled and weighed.

And in the balance

we sheep maintain the fold

that encloses all but none of us,

for we’re already sold.

We bought our freedom

at a price beyond our purse

and entered independent wish

in dependant curse.