Greed

Greed

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Today the masses took Wall Street To find Robin Hoods evil twin I thought they might tar and feather him as they had done to his past kin

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Robber Barons

Robber Barons


Judgment cometh and that right quick

as Wall Street is handed it's hat

The masses have had all they want

of the bankers who now grow fat

 

This week financial lids blew off

they protest the capital falter

Heart and soul of America

calling for blood upon the altar

 

Their pensions are all washed away

the river has stolen their future

Legacies left to great grandchildren

that bleed with every suture

 

The bankers should be commended

for the way they have stolen our dough

For once they lived up to their creed

showing us all their brand new low

 

What most are now upset about

that we were promised we wouldn't pay

Till our grandchildren all grew up

after we had all passed away

 

Today the masses took Wall Street

to find Robin Hoods evil twin

I thought they might tar and feather him

as they had done to his past kin

 

It wasn't long till the preachers

were stirring the seeds of discontent

Turning the heat up on the stew

hoping ingredients would ferment

 

We need not blame our religion

for the blow we now take on the chin

We knew they were snakes when we met

then opened the door to let them in




© 2015 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
We all knew this could not go on forever. But human nature being what it is. We turned a blind eye to the politicians who spent our futures in earnest. We are not gods. We cannot take in 200 billion a month in taxes, then spend 340 billion a month on our hearts desire. Our beautiful country is mortgaged to the hilt. The ride is over and we now face the Reaper. The architects of our disaster will now have to face the throngs of the dispossessed. They may find they bit off too much this time. It seems the people want their country back!

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Your words are true in the Author's note. USA need to be ran like a business. If you read the budget. A lot of income going to places most people would not understand. I counted 346 billion in aid. for military to 40 countries. Time to watch the nickle and dimes. Wall Street did not do us in. Big pocket politicians did. Mrs. Obama took her family to Africa for seven day vacation. Spend close to 2 million for the trip on Air force one last month. We are fool's for allowing this. Thank you for the strong words and old photo.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Well done. I highly agree with your point of view in this poem. It's about time they've noticed-- however late it was.


Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh so true but, who isn't a snake now a days and as this song says sweet america you wonder where it is at times and theire is no such thing as a good politician as now a days we only search for the least worst and even that getting hard to find because whether you've noticed or not all the good people want to enter that lying world. Your writing was good really making me think about how we have changed from what our framers wanted us to be. Well anyways try not to drown on any longer I truly say absolutely marvelous job with the words, the song went perfectly with it and well done on the stanza of your work as well. Can't wait to read some more of your inctedibe writing so. Keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


We knew they were snakes when we met
then opened the door to let them in

The Zionist....it's up to us to not let them win! We cannot close this door that we opened. But we can sure kick them out.



Posted 13 Years Ago


It is a powerful write. It is powerful because it is heartfelt. Righteous indignation channelized into a forceful poem. I especially loved the last two lines, which concisely summarize the poem's central thought.
"We knew they were snakes when we met them
Then opened the door to let them in"
Well said indeed! A very potent piece of work!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I don't much about the situation this poem is based on but I like to think I know a bit about poetry and this is a rather good piece. This is my favourite verse:

Their pensions are all washed away
the river has stolen their future.
Legacies left to great grandchildren
that bleed with every suture

The rhyme is flowing and elegant, like a gentle stream, while the violent images tell a powerful story.

Posted 13 Years Ago


but you have to admit, their shiny top hats look sharp.
I'm a fedora guy myself....

At this point it's academic, or more simply "it is what it is." My next question is: "So now what?"

What do we all choose to do? What do we all choose to SEE? I'm all for a consensus, a like mindedness, I'm all for showing what the silent majority won't say through protest, but.... now what? If you "organize" into a group, the opposition will label you, demonize you, and then ignore you, it's their media "bat and ball" OR they can now aggressively minimize you because they labeled you and demonized you or even without your consent, RE-DIFINED you....as in the "tea party" and assign you a new "leader."

I contend, that it will be the infinite tide of the INDIVIDUAL that will survive, that will over turn the banksters and lying politicians of the world. The individual strengths, choices, actions that will over a long course of time prove "truth will out."
IF those people and individuals commit to the right choices and the hard dedication behind making them.

ah, "country" that's another HUGE subject.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I keep hearing for some time that we were warned this time would come where we would be fighting in the streets against the federal government. Maybe we let this happen, but it's about time we stop being silent and realize something is wrong. You have a powerful strong voice in this piece ragarding whats going on in the world today. Truthful, honest write.

Thank you for a powerful poem, Tate.

Posted 13 Years Ago


My friend, you pen with the utmost precision, the state our nation has been placed it. It protrays the politicians, their promises to all of us, and their failure to deliver only too well. An outstanding write.


100/100

Posted 13 Years Ago


Love the rhyming scheme and the message it sends, another great poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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