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

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Hunting the Lost

America's a derivative economy

Where only the Bank's

Allowed to run home to Mommy.

Insurance, Real Estate, Pharmaceuticals, Oil,

Double, double toil and trouble,

Fire burn and cauldron bubble,

As into the pot we throw to boil

Lost souls and the economy's rubble.

The emperor has no clothes

So he takes the poor man's blanket

Leaving him cold and wet

Nowhere to turn when the sun has set,

Oil interests boom with cash in pocket

Many laid off as fuel prices skyrocket.

War financed on credit

Bills that pay the interest

Show our true deficit

As we kill off our best

Thinking nothing of it.

They'll pay their bills like the rest.

Health is wealth and wealth is health

But both are taken by stealth

There is no Balm in Gilead

You see the patent's run out,

Generics don't work like the one in the ad

And insurance's put the system to rout.

Never buy stock without legs you can see

Always seemed sensible to someone like me,

Banks routinely apply payments to

Interest before principle for me and you

And as those payments accrue

Chalk it up to value added

And increase the debt that is due.

Lest this seem the robbery of our age

The only mask that is worn

Is the smile as they grant another mortgage

And once more the sheep is shorn.

A hidden undersea quake

Goes unnoticed 'til one day we wake

To the force of a Tsunami

Changing coastlands the lie afar

At the other end of our favourite bar.

Why should I challenge hot air?

Get worked up over things that aren't there?

A little word like turbulence

Makes great difference

In a commercial world

Increasing sales and profits.

Against this evil my banner's unfurled

At these windmills level my lance.

You see I'm but mad North Northwest

And now the wind is from the South

So I'll hunt Hawks and Handbills,

With the sword that's in my mouth.

The bright green plumage of those rare birds

Shall soon my cap adorn,

For the ADA's licensed my words

Like hunter's arrows to fly forth

Godspeed and good hunting anon.

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  1. Well, this is a capitalist society, and speculators were around even during the Revolutionary war. (see Brown and Root, d**k "d**k" 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.


  2. 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.

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

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