I wonder at the affluential mind,
A world they would not see through low-life eyes,
The structures they created glitter well,
No issue as to where to go to eat.
How long do wealthy have to wait?
Have they the long lines for their care?
Bottom of the wage scale or the dole,
Wait to being called across the room.
What century is this welfare wheelchair from?
The spokes and rims from days of carriage trade,
With boards and rails as signs of next to come
Of all the flawed constructions of our care.
I lined up with the hobbled and displaced,
Of nothing or just insufficient pay,
The low-wage working mothers and their kids,
This happy world the affluential made.