A poem of life in our fair land, your comments?

ajunker200

New Member
Hunting the Lost<br />
America's a derivative economy<br />
Where only the Bank's<br />
Allowed to run home to Mommy.<br />
<br />
Insurance, Real Estate, Pharmaceuticals, Oil,<br />
Double, double toil and trouble,<br />
Fire burn and cauldron bubble,<br />
As into the pot we throw to boil<br />
Lost souls and the economy's rubble.<br />
<br />
The emperor has no clothes<br />
So he takes the poor man's blanket<br />
Leaving him cold and wet<br />
Nowhere to turn when the sun has set,<br />
Oil interests boom with cash in pocket<br />
Many laid off as fuel prices skyrocket.<br />
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War financed on credit<br />
Bills that pay the interest<br />
Show our true deficit<br />
As we kill off our best<br />
Thinking nothing of it.<br />
They'll pay their bills like the rest.<br />
<br />
Health is wealth and wealth is health<br />
But both are taken by stealth<br />
There is no Balm in Gilead<br />
You see the patent's run out,<br />
Generics don't work like the one in the ad<br />
And insurance's put the system to rout.<br />
<br />
Never buy stock without legs you can see<br />
Always seemed sensible to someone like me,<br />
Banks routinely apply payments to<br />
Interest before principle for me and you<br />
And as those payments accrue <br />
Chalk it up to value added<br />
And increase the debt that is due.<br />
Lest this seem the robbery of our age<br />
The only mask that is worn<br />
Is the smile as they grant another mortgage<br />
And once more the sheep is shorn.<br />
<br />
A hidden undersea quake<br />
Goes unnoticed 'til one day we wake<br />
To the force of a Tsunami<br />
Changing coastlands the lie afar<br />
At the other end of our favourite bar.<br />
<br />
Why should I challenge hot air?<br />
Get worked up over things that aren't there?<br />
A little word like turbulence<br />
Makes great difference<br />
In a commercial world<br />
Increasing sales and profits.<br />
Against this evil my banner's unfurled<br />
At these windmills level my lance.<br />
<br />
You see I'm but mad North Northwest<br />
And now the wind is from the South<br />
So I'll hunt Hawks and Handbills,<br />
With the sword that's in my mouth.<br />
The bright green plumage of those rare birds<br />
Shall soon my cap adorn,<br />
For the ADA's licensed my words<br />
Like hunter's arrows to fly forth<br />
Godspeed and good hunting anon.
 

7331

New Member
We must all echo your words and fight with that verbal sword. We must not give up the fight.
 

ThingumBobEsq

New Member
Well, this is a capitalist society, and speculators were around even during the Revolutionary war. (see Brown and Root, Dick "dick" Cheney).
Lose the second stanza, it sounds too much like Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Cash.
You make fine points and my hat is off to you.
Concerning the war on credit, I wrote an article last Thanksgiving where Bush pardoned two Turkeys. But he has killed 4000 soldiers.
Freedom of Speech. Keep talking friend.
 

CSScotkin

New Member
Amen to your poem and to Elaine. Thoughtful voices must still go out to all lands. This is well written and very appropriate for an election year.
Thanks.
 
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