As the final autumn leaves
Blanket the pavement beneath my feet
I’m reminded of tears of grief
Falling from hungry children’s cheeks.
In the guise of a vulture
Autumn austerity circles overhead
Eviscerates community and culture
Dining on poverty-stricken dead.
They call it a cost of living crisis
But when you take more than you’re giving
That’s a loss of giving crisis
And a sin there’s no forgiving.
