Poem 90 of 230: THE ORDER OF THE DAY
When I read “Faces in the Street,”
A poem by Henry Lawson,
Born a century afore me,
I sigh: “The same woes still gnaw on.”
Yes (though technology has changed
The patterns of human life-ways),
In both the town and the country,
Crude inequality just stays.
Yet, sometimes, on our broadcasts,
Humanitarians do say
That there’s enough resource for all -
With “share” the order of the day.
(C) David Franks 2003
When I read “Faces in the Street,”
A poem by Henry Lawson,
Born a century afore me,
I sigh: “The same woes still gnaw on.”
Yes (though technology has changed
The patterns of human life-ways),
In both the town and the country,
Crude inequality just stays.
Yet, sometimes, on our broadcasts,
Humanitarians do say
That there’s enough resource for all -
With “share” the order of the day.
(C) David Franks 2003
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| Monument to poet Henry Lawson, within Sydney's Domain; 28/11/19 |
