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?
Spokes and rim from days of carriage trade,
Boards and rails, signs of next to come
Of all the flawed constructions of our care.
I lined up with the hobbled and displaced,
The lost or hopeless dispossessed,
Minimum-wage mothers and their kids,
The happy world the affluential made.