Lust For Greed
poem by:
John Ormerod
Written
on Feb 09, 2015
Lust for Greed
Working man on Main Street
Hard Hard working work
Bankers idle tossed their beat
With a smiling sherk.
Money Money on Wall Street
Hard Hard money money
Gasping workers reading paper sheets
And not finding funny.
Life's not fair, we all know that
A stain blood clot shames us all
Coller-Blue heroes take the bat
Eye-scan them with the ball.
Years have passed, so it seems
Message above, high ground lost
Banks and parties to obscene
To listen below them cost.
Pressed lives drowning dead
Uncaring vocal not
What more can be said
When all in truth be shot.
Factories gone, so too jobs
Despair is everywhere
Staving children munching sod
While fat-cats eat the hare.
Blue-Coller heroes fit to fight
Downtrodden not for now
Be sure you're in the right
When pockets hurt in the Dow.
Tags: rhyme, hope,
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Elizabeth Ladji commented:
A spirited poem about the working class heroes. Life isn't about being fair or not, but about "do you have what it takes?" I like the heart of this poem.
