Will you feel satisfied
when your belly is full
savoring the juices
swirling around in your mouth
as it coats your tongue in lust
for ambition has a taste
as sumptuous as Prime rib
and Caviar
desire begins to take over
as your primary driver
you don’t see the red lights
blinded by shiny objects
fast cars and seductive fruit
ripe and ready
willing to sacrifice all that matters
wrapped in flesh and bone
The indigenes of Papua New Guinea share
a bond with the capitalists of Wall Street,
for they are both cannibals. In the highlands
surrounding Port Moresby and far into the
hinterland, taking heads and eating human
flesh was considered sacred, part of the
native cosmology. Abolished too late for
Michael Rockefeller, it is no longer practiced.
But no such ban has been imposed on Wall
Street, where the cannibalism derives not from
religion, but greed. Greed IS the religion. One
fourth of US children are poor, many mal-
nourished. Greed cannibalizes resources that
should be passed to them and future generations
intact. Greed installs nuclear Armageddon into
tubes of steel far beyond any rational definition
of defense. Each dollar spent on folly is a theft
from the poor. The word for it is cannibalism.
They sell what they
can, what is not
bolted down.
When troubles come,
they loot neighbors
and friends.
Eyes full of dollar signs.
I know it is cliché,
but what about the old
saying about giving
and receiving?
The reserve chairman has his reasons
guides us through the changing seasons
he works tirelessly for the good of us all
who have great wealth and run city hall
banks make up the federal reserve
foxes in hen houses totally absurd
the chairman loves money and banking
if you’re rich, it’s him you’d be thanking
his powers exceed those of an exchequer
for the rest of us, he’s a real home wrecker.
We all chase the dream of a better life
Based on an invisible currency
A piece of paper which we place
Higher than ourselves
Value upon something that doesn’t
Really exist it’s just paper yet more
Value is given to this than people
We’re all guilty of bowing to those
In control the ones who got greedy
Making money off a debt
If only we were taught how it
Worked in school
Would we be
Wiser?
blessed are the poor, so say the rich
for the rich don’t ever have to share
blessed are the poor, so say the rich
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven
show me the evidence of your claim
We don’t want your money,
just your soul
on a silver platter
served to order
for our warm feast
while we spit out your raw famine.
We don’t want your respect,
just your energy and time,
just your mind
numbed
to the frequency
of propagandized pestilence.
We don’t want your love,
just your heart
bled dry
as every vein
withers in the Winter wind
while our chalice remains
ever full to the point of overflowing.
We don’t want your vote,
just your faith
that such a course of action
can actually influence
the order in which our puppets
dance to a song of chaos
upon the public stage.
We don’t want your salute,
just your obedience,
just your hands
kept where we can see them
while your feet continue marching
to the drumbeat of our wars.
We don’t want your laws,
just your land,
just your culture,
just your customs,
just your heritage,
just your traditions
snuffed out
beneath the global kingdom
collectivized
at our command.
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