The Uphill Trudge

By Lynn Ockersz

You are on a painful trudge,

Collecting bric-a-brac,

To make your hearth’s flames rise,

But for the ‘nation-builders’ on high,

Eyeing the GDP growth track,

You count for nought,

But the warmth in your run-down hut,

Kindles joyousness all around,

In the margins of the land,

While walled citadels,

In the shimmery metropole,

Take the sun out of simple lives.