Putting the mockers on

Oh the mockers, the mockers

iz putting the mockers on.

Bad luck doesn’t just happen,

it’s made.

Made by the mockers of

the poor and weak

who cheat  wimmin of wages

and men of their work.

Oh the mockers is laughing,

laughing like rain

rolling in clover

and plotting our pain.

Lying and cheating and stealing

– so proud.

They give themselves wealth as

they give us a shroud.

The mockers are mocking

while scheming our ruin.

The mockers are mocking

and make our undoing.


Copyright 2015