A nation of shopkeepers

What happens
When a profession
Evolves entirely in the private sector?
When its all for one
But not one for all?
When each one
Cares only for their own
With little much to spare
For the thoroughfares
And public squares?
A nation of shopkeepers
With limited room
For those without the coin,
And a stronger sense of competition
With fellow shopkeepers
Than any sense of community with them.
A hundred thousand strong-
But no army to speak of,
An abundance of resources
But that are out of the reach of most,
With practices moulded more by the
Pressures of small business
Than by the needs of the people.
A nation of shopkeepers
Having much to offer
But only giving to a few.

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