Saturday, March 8, 2014

Ones, Tens, Hundreds, Thousands, Hundreds of Thousands, Millions, Billions, Trillions, Zero

A million millionaires
Feeding the world to their heirs
Livin' on the dividends
Never breathin' that thick foreign air

Endless wealth creation
Borne of man's machinations
Capitalization and contamination
Floodin' the market to the point of saturation

Find salvation in reasonable rationalization
Never mind the collapse and catastrophe
The radiation pumpin' to the sea
People gotta be free to destroy all that we see
in the name of the Almighty Economy!
Hear the call of that 21st century Manifest Destiny

May we be blessed as we bend and stress
Even when we break may we never rest
Day and night, burning fires to fill our desires
It's the Almighty Economy callin'
To our hearts dead in our chests
And at the end of the day,
May a bank account test our success
And may our sins never be confessed

Never a need to arrest the flow
Growth being sown
The order of the day:
Jobs, Jobs, Jobs,
They proclaim behind the podium up on that stage
The sales pitch is always the same
VOTE for CHANGE!

Capitalism is the way
Just get with it, play the game
God is green and He wouldn't have it any other way
Opportunity and happiness await!
You're livin' in the golden age!

Labor arbitrage hidden behind the mirage
Of prosperity, sea to shining sea
the products of free trade being built
by an army of wage slaves
Brothers in chains
Hidden, forgotten, and barely paid

Back home, just close your eyes
and let reality fade
Live the boom, forget the bust
Let your soul go corrupt and rust
Feed your passion, fulfill ya lust
The world is all for you
And you leave none for us

Get what you can,
Want what you can't
Give in when ya brain is
Tellin' you to pursue
All you can consume
Chasin' the dream all the time, all at once
It's never ending, there's never enough

And when we turn the page
When we see the poison underground
and the venom flowin' through our veins
Will we tremble knowin' we've got numbered days?
Will we turn to our brothers, the slaves?
Will we look to the Almighty Economy
and pray that it saves?





1 comment:

  1. This is fantastic!! I hate when people act like we must bow to the Almighty Economy. Great poem. Very powerful.

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