The Unpleasant Truth

A light snow falls
Covering the city’s streets
And sidewalks
In a blanket of white
If only for a few moments
Before disappearing
Under traffic.

Like the skin of an apple
Making it appear
Ripe and sweet.

For the eater
As they bite into it
Instead of
Rotten to the core.

The snow hides
These cityscape’s blemishes
Which no ones wants
To admit their existence
In their local neighbourhood.

Of deteriorating buildings
Where bedbugs and cockroaches
Roam freely
Inside the apartments
Despite all attempts
To eliminate them.

These buildings
Acting as storage silos
For the ever increasing
Numbers of people
Living in crushing poverty
As the middle class disappears.

Once proud people
Reduced to foodbanks
So their children can have
Healthy nutritional food
In their daily lunches
Never mind
The other meals.

Yet our politicians brag
About the recovering economy
And the huge number of jobs
Created by their economic policy
Except these low paying jobs
Leave people living
Below the poverty-line.

Welcome friends
To the new “World Order”
Where the poor
Are cannon fodder
For huge international corporation
With their huge appetite
For profits
At whatever cost.