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Forum Post: Poetic examination of American inequality

Posted 1 year ago on April 27, 2012, 4:02 a.m. EST by matoinyanawacis (157)
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If there is a story out there that needs to be told, It is about a people who refuse to be sold, Upon the dogma of bogus self righteousness, Touting monetary wealth as the definition of best, The Republicans seek to return us to the days of the past Where civil inequality was never put to the test Where white men decided who got ‘what’ and even ‘when’ And who by their measure was deemed to be ‘Men’ A time when women were theirs to command And women knew their place so as not to offend When all we hear today is the rhetoric of net worth, Limitations on achievement deny happy heart and hearth, In a world so crushed by shrinking available means, A world filling quickly with unemployed adults and teens, You’d think the older generation would yell all the louder, To correct the mistakes of their own well-to-do Alma Mater But silence seems to be the only sound from on high As their crimes against humanity and the poor they still deny For every dollar they spend allegedly to create They charge the poor ten on something about to break Cheating another out of their hope for life’s necessities For some it is advantage fairly taken, to amass their proceeds I care not one whit whether some become infinitely wealthy It is the “How they earned it” that reveals whether it’s filthy But like so many these days caring not for their neighbor It is their own downtrodden plight they seek to belabor Seeing others fight for the scraps fallen from the table They never question ‘thief’, the rich of the poor seek to label So they listen to the lies that proclaim it the fault of the poor That it is because of them that opportunity passed their door But as you listen to the bullshit artist of your choice Realize the art for what it is A great steaming pile of bullshit with a crafty voice.

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[-] 1 points by MattLHolck (16833) from San Diego, CA 1 year ago

building bombs 'til bunkers boil *

getting paid for shell filled toil *

if I am to work tomorrow *

lob the load on foreign soil

[-] 1 points by MattLHolck (16833) from San Diego, CA 1 year ago

♦ none owe the banks a living

♣ the contracts are not scaled to task

♥ no one makes a rat eat the cheese

♠ on the wire hook end of a spring trap

[-] 1 points by JadedCitizen (4277) 1 year ago

Nice prose. Does it have a title?

[-] 1 points by MattLHolck (16833) from San Diego, CA 1 year ago

use double line breaks


If there is a story out there that needs to be told,

It is about a people who refuse to be sold,

Upon the dogma of bogus self righteousness,

Touting monetary wealth as the definition of best,

.

The Republicans seek to return us to the days of the past

Where civil inequality was never put to the test

Where white men decided who got ‘what’ and even ‘when’

And who by their measure was deemed to be ‘Men’

A time when women were theirs to command

And women knew their place so as not to offend

.

When all we hear today is the rhetoric of net worth,

Limitations on achievement deny happy heart and hearth,

In a world so crushed by shrinking available means,

A world filling quickly with unemployed adults and teens,

.

You’d think the older generation would yell all the louder,

To correct the mistakes of their own well-to-do Alma Mater

But silence seems to be the only sound from on high

As their crimes against humanity and the poor they still deny

.

For every dollar they spend allegedly to create

They charge the poor ten on something about to break

Cheating another out of their hope for life’s necessities

For some it is advantage fairly taken, to amass their proceeds

I care not one whit whether some become infinitely wealthy

It is the “How they earned it” that reveals whether it’s filthy

But like so many these days caring not for their neighbor I

t is their own downtrodden plight they seek to belabor

Seeing others fight for the scraps fallen from the table

They never question ‘thief’, the rich of the poor seek to label

.

So they listen to the lies that proclaim it the fault of the poor

That it is because of them that opportunity passed their door

But as you listen to the bullshit artist of your choice

Realize the art for what it is

A great steaming pile of bullshit with a crafty voice.