Let’s talk about my country
And my country’s people,
From the shamrock trodden
To cathedral steeple.
Let’s start at the bottom
Well, there’s more people there.
And they’ve plenty in common,
Very little to share.
It’s not like they’re starving
Well, most of them aren’t.
But today, existence carving,
Is their modern art.
Moving up to the middle
Well, things are more spacious.
This class is no big riddle,
Maintain the quo status.
Then there’s the select few,
And also a few selected,
By their birth or crew,
Elevated, elected.
We’re not unique I’m afraid,
This pyramid scheme abounds.
But our foundations were laid,
On very different grounds.
And so from glorious seeds,
Weeds have outgrown the flowers.
Methinks this country needs,
Rapunzels in the towers.
Posted by Bog Rhymer 
