It does seem to be a source of great pride,

In certain circles, to have no feeling.

The House of Lords, in much of its dealing,

For example, appears preoccupied

 

With not looking inwards. They sit astride

Unfathomable power, concealing

From their own eyes, ears and minds, the squealing

Gasps of hungry children on the outside,

 

As they gallop off into the distance,

Shouting at us all with much insistence

 

To tighten our belts. It is beyond strange.

You’d think the returns from the Stock Exchange,

 

Bloated as they are with satisfaction,

Could afford small crumbs in benefaction.