Who are the greedy ones (ode to Primark)?
Who are the greedy ones?
Is it the young shop-aholics,
Who go to Primark every Saturday to meet their friends,
Try on the clothes, have a laugh and buy some gear?
Only to discard them in their trash bins, once they've worn them three times or more!
Is it Primark's managers,
Anxious to fulfil their targets so they can keep their jobs or get promotion?
Or are the wicked ones the directors of the firm,
Who know that Walmart (Asda in Britain) or Peacocks (another low price outfit), or even Tesco's will beat them to it,
With rising sales and bigger profits, if they don't watch out.
Is it the small 'sweatshop' operators in Tamil Nadu,
Or Kerala; in New Dehli or Mumbai?
They only want a decent meal each day;
Somewhere for their babies to rest their heads.
Is it the little kids in Dharavi, with nimble fingers
Who sew the beads on finished dresses?
They are born to a life of toil, searching for work
To help their families survive each day.
Perhaps it's those wicked Sri Lankan factory owners?
Who push the Singalese girls really hard.
They know there are millions of unemployed outside the factories of Beijing!
Waiting for the juicey contracts they could lose, so these Chinese can get inside.
Is it the hungry villagers in West Africa,
Who've never seen a sweatshop in their lives,
Who still believe in millenium cargo cults,
But missed out when the facories went to Morratuwa, outside Colombo, instead.
Is it the small time investors in Primark's parent company (ABF)?
They keep their nest eggs, just in case, for the next.... rainy day!
Or perhaps the big investors: is it them?
The Pru (Prudential Assurance) or the Norwich Union?
They supply the 'dosh' to British retirees holding private pensions.
By British law, they must seek the highest returns.
Or are these greedy people
Just ordinary people like you and me?