When Black Friday’s Here


When Black Friday is here,
 they no longer see red.
 But do they see,
 Do they feel the pain?
 Do they see the Red of,
 the Blood spilled,
 by the innocent?
 We fight for the best deal,
 while so many others,
 Get a raw deal!
 Black ink,
 on the ledger,
 pockets lined with green.
 Children in the streets,
 fighting to live,
 while we fight for the TV.
 When Black Friday comes,
 Who really wins?
Who gets the best deal?
Who goes hungry?
Can they eat your TV?

Patsy 2016

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