Banners in the high place
Banners in the sky
Banners so voluptuous
They shreik aloud to cry.....
Entrench me, my darling.
Entrench me in the fray
That presupposes truth and right
In a wrong and fraudulent way.
Consider how the everyday
Is manipulated by the rich,
From the tiny to titanic
To the governmental snitch.
Across the insignificant
To the monumental great
How opinion wears manipulants
To feed and rationalize the bait.
Because it all comes down to dollars snatched
And crass persuasion of the weak,
Who make up the great preponderance
Of the fools of whom we speak,
The blatant sway and cruel incursion
Of that meek and mild dissent
With the blunt and brutal bludgeoning
Daily thrashed with wealth's consent.
Playing Wall Street like a fiddle,
Using mortgage as a blade
To imprison for a lifetime
And castrate advances made.
From the cradle to the tombstone
This great manipulation plays
Where the oligarchs laugh loudest
And the ******* poor fool pays.
M.
Observing the great, everyday theft by the filthy, ******* rich from the rest of us ordinary, good people.
Foxglove, Taranaki. N.Z.
16 March 2020