I'm sitting on a bench...
in the middle of town.
Amsterdam is constant motion...
and changing sounds.
Tourist coming in...
while visiters go home.
Laughter fills the air...
like bubbles of foam.
If you watch attentively...
you can see two classes.
The rich with their bags...
and endless passes.
To museums, nightclubs...
discotech and trams.
While the poor class must dance...
begging for a helping hand.
Full of nickels and pennies...
hoping it's sufficient change.
To get a cheeseburger or...
whatevers in their price range.
It depresses me to see...
the ruling class act so elite.
If the meek do inherit the earth...
the rich will face defeat.