The Fix (Poetry)

Someone’s moved the goalposts
someone’s queered the pitch
there’s one rule for the workers
but no rules for the rich

The game we’ve all been playing
is all a thin disguise
true colours now betraying
those facts revealed as lies

The innocent have suffered
the witnesses turned blind
and every clue kicked over
’til nothing’s left to find

We all suspect it’s crooked
the deal is far from fair
while good men sleep uneasy
corruption taints the air

Smug bankers check the scoreboard
and still the votes roll in
the outcome pre-decided
the Devil’s tipped to win