I see you there, with your ill-gotten gains
and pray that karma will get you.
The workers’ sweat, labour and pains
deep down in the dark coal mines let you
build your mansion,
on the hill,
overlooking the town.
But your hands are clean, you’re vapid and vain
and now they’re coming to get you.
I see you there, in comfort and style
and pray you’ll get your comeuppance.
Long they’ve slaved for a master so vile
who flaunts his wealth and abundance
while in your mines
good people starve,
and they are
so justly deserving.
I’ve seen it rising, their anger and bile
they’re marching now in their hundreds.
This started out as something longer (inspired in part by Ken Follet’s Century trilogy) with the rioting mob breaking down the door and the evil mine owner standing trial for his crimes, but somehow it just wouldn’t come together. I may well come back to this piece at some point, but for now it will be entered over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads as the initial idea came from the History is Twistery Folly prompt.