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Some Poetry For This Sunday

I bring you a poem from my friend Brian (at Beej's Poetry Corner). I like this one a lot.


what does it matter
whether they come for your money
or they come for your blood
the fact that they come
speaks of a dark heart
they are the takers
they've no wish to share with us
only leaving enough seed behind
to ensure another harvest

our money and blood
the sweat of our brow
they depend on it
they demand our loyalty to their cash cow
while seeing us as fodder for their cannons
they thirst ever for more
never satisfied with the hoard 
they've already amassed 

those who stand in their way 
they're expendable
the rich get richer by the day
our cost to live 
continually endangered
oh how the plutocrat loves to hold his third world ransom

that is what we are becoming

we are their stepping stones 
and once we are used to cross a river
bringing the takers to greener pastures
we are no longer needed
there will always be more stones
that they can throw into the waters

we are no more than Bridge material to their next fortune 
once crossed to be thrown away
they'll not need our bridge a second time
they never look back and care not
for the rubble they leave behind

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Some Poetry For This Sunday


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