Greyish Brown – TB

2 Mar

Our parlours and halls
Are in the subways and malls.
Our dinners and feasts are
At Macky D’s and KFC.
Our drinks are laced with sadness,
To think provokes a little madness.
We’re clad in Primark
That’s been marked down.
Welcome to our life in Greyish Brown.


6 Responses to “Greyish Brown – TB”

  1. Jinksy March 3, 2014 at 3:46 pm #

    Sadly, poverty comes always in shades of grey-brown…

  2. Susan March 3, 2014 at 4:51 pm #

    Seems more like a warning than a welcome, though I see some blessing in leaving all of this to go home and put on a colorful sweater with bare feet and jeans.

  3. Sherry Blue Sky March 3, 2014 at 5:43 pm #

    Am wondering who the narrator is – the marginalized? you capture the economic plight of low-income very well.

  4. Kenia Cris March 4, 2014 at 1:23 am #

    Now I know exactly what it’s about, it’s quite curious to read what other people say about it because they will not see the details. This is a great poem, I like the rhythm, it’s very particular of yours, I really like it.


  5. Kim Nelson March 4, 2014 at 2:44 am #

    Greyish brown… like the dry desert… barren… arid… depleted

  6. Sumana Roy March 4, 2014 at 12:21 pm #

    Greyish brown definitely lacks the elan …

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