Monday, 29 August 2016


Taxation is a governing game
A pool of cash to stash
Where each and all must contribute
To fund the coffers and the splash

Spreading wealth for national health
And the betterment of folks
Living dreams of life supreme
Filled with eggs of double yolks

The priest will call for copper coin
Reserving places for selection
And the local boys are selling wine
A vintage drawback resurrection

The market place is glittering
Golden Hind’s of discount treasures
Setting sail and never looking back
Duty free of weights and measures

Law and order joined the exodus
Parting waves on data sands
Seeking lands to build on promises
Restoring chains on their commands

© (poem only)Clifford Letts 28th August 2016

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