Hidden Poverty

In a Nation of many well off people they call it hidden poverty The poor souls of the back streets that the wealthy never see They live in condemned houses that are clearly in decay And out of sight is out of mind or so 'twould seem that way. In a Nation of many millionaires many live in a tent People forced to become Homeless when their landlord on them raised their rent The greed of the wealthy leads to homelessness and the numbers of the homeless multiply The only roof that some know is the polluted Urban sky. The Land of opportunity many have been known to say Those who feel that all is rosy they themselves are doing okay So many do grow poorer for every new millionaire That is life some will tell you but life's not always fair. In a Nation of many millionaires hidden poverty abound And in the back streets of the City people sleep on the bare ground Crudely referred to by some as losers and it seems sad to recall That there was never such a thing as a 'fair go for all'.