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.
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About
this Poem: Should be self evident, right? 😉
2nd Edit - 2020 Feb. 24
