The great glass tower was filled with air
Strangers spied ghostly shapes through the walls
It was empty – no-one lived there
People came and clamoured outside
Because they were cold and needed shelter
One of them knocked on the door
And tried to get in. There was no answer
The bankers were on beaches; their helpers
Lived behind high walls like mirrors
Although it was clearly unfair
There was no-one to help the poor
More crowds, more homeless people, year on year
More towers were built and filled with air
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