Monday, January 1, 2018

The Wheel

The Wheel

That sickly sound is in the air,
that grinding crushing noise,
the meme of ruthless business,
on people it destroys.

The thieving wheel extends its reach,
consolidating power,
controlling every industry,
communities they devour.

There was a time of honesty,
when many fortunes made,
but in the halls behind the bank,
were greedy thieves of trade.

They tolled the roads, controlled the wealth,
and sat upon the gold,
then pulled the plug on everyone,
made worthless stocks we hold.

Every sector on the wheel,
fell to criminal hands,
stolen by financial memes,
through economic plans.

Into their grasp all did pass,
on money carousels,
then to war, they brought us all,
these lethal Cancer cells.

The wheel returned from foreign shores,
new partners in their banks,
they left us all disgraced and poor,
while others built their tanks.

Today there’s not but tyranny,
free speech about to fall,
with bills that kill our freedom,
the wealthy have it all.

These corporate thieves enslaved our land,
game is set and done,
the only way to free ourselves,
is to change the way things run.

About this Poem: Should be self evident, right? 😉

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