Fat Cats

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 Fat Cats

Fat Cats winching

At the taste of soured cream,

Hoarded money belts leaking

From threaded broken dreams,

They’re down to their last millions

And feeling quite obscene,

Doing anything to keep

This self-indulgence it would seem.

 

A three year old named Chantan

Living in a wretched place,

Finds no solace in

A starving mother’s tear stained face,

His swollen empty tummy

Craves a morsel or just a taste,

From the decomposing surplus

Of what the Fat Cat calls his waste.

 

Poverty and pestilence

Oppression with no release,

The result of avariciousness

An elitist world minority disease,

So who will bravely challenge

To take up arms against this beast,

And give some other little Chantan

A life of freedom, choice and peace.

 

You don’t need a nuclear weapon

And a powerful nation’s voice,

Or a particular religion piety

To motivate a global rejoice,

Just take a pen and paper

And send enthused heartfelt invoices,

Demanding an ethical payment

To those who dictate the choices.

 

Phillozofee @ 2008

Reviews

[Amanda Avalon]

I couldn't have said it better myself! We're living in an age where the pitfalls of corporate greed need to be exposed and destroyed, rather than celebrated and exploited. This poem captures that responsibility perfectly. I am going to add it to my favorites! Very, very well done- hope to see more such as this piece!

[Tonya]

flawless..... Enough said! I take the challenge to take up arms against the beast! Fierce write!

[Margaret Barton-Wahl]

What a dramatic interpretation of what the word my seem to have become. I do not from what place you hail but those who choose to live in poverty where I live do so of their own free will. There are many jobs to be had for those willing to work. For those incapable of work because of injury or disease there are many organizations that can serve to keep people fed and off of the streets. But all in all this a lovely peice of work and it did bring tears to my eyes. Good Work...~M~

[Gandré]

Yes, you are so right.. and it looks like it is going to be even worse till it will get better. There is lots of pain and lots of greed in humanity. But it can't be that those shameless bank managers that pokered so high now get safed with tax-payer's money? that's what happening in Germany right now. And then, one has to see their banquet with Champaigne kaviar and laughing where they celebrate the newest economical decition??

"There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty."
The Beaux' Stratagem� (1707) act 1, sc. 1
George Farquhar 1678�1707
Irish dramatist

[Laura E. Aranda]

BRAVO......I knew your poem would follow along those lines when I first read the title! Very well written and heartstring pulling! Cheers,lea

[Norma J. Jessee]

Phil, this actually brought tears to my eyes, I think about this so often. How those who have so much seem so unaware of those who have nothing.When I was growing up we were always told to leave a bite or two of food on our plate (for the dog and cat.) A bite from each of us there were 7 total gave the animals a good meal. And it only took a bite from each of to feed them. I still have that habit to this day. It may seem foolish but it feeds my animals.
Thank you for reminding us of the less fortunate.
A Brilliant write.
Blessingsmy friend.
Jean

[Tomás Ó C..]

"They are down to their last millions" - and so are all of us!!!

[Helen Woodward]

Dictating choices indeed! Don't get me started, there are those who are obese out of gluttony and never give a thought to the poor buggers living on dung heaps, it is a disgrace of plague proportion.
I'd tip my hat to you (if I wore one) for bringing awareness in such a forceful write...
Kudos Phil BRILLIANT!!!!
Helen :-)