Oh, the arrogance

embedded there,

that sense

of entitlement

of those who can 

those who can and do.

Our Lords and Masters

pulling our strings

while hidden away

in that different world,

a Rich Man’s Only Club

where champagne corks popped

as they pulled the strings for each other.

Yes, a rich man’s club par excellence

and, though druggies were plentiful,

Welfare scroungers were absent

and only a few black bodies

gained admittance

to this most in-decent society.

So where do we go now

after we’ve seen a lord

in his knickers

and a prince

on his knees,

where now 

from that place

where no crimes 

were committed,

“don’t you know.”

Do you know

where now? 

https://oddballmagazine.com/poem-by-lynn-white-25/