The American Scheme

The wretched rich shall reap what we've sewn
Garnishing grossly garish bank vaults
With the green that we've grown.
They shall inherit the earth
While we're buried beneath it-
Fallen to fertilize their finances-
Wasting away with the watershed s**t.

The American Dream
Is a Pyramid Scheme
A carrot on a stick
That shall never be bit
Both ends of our candles
Have ever been lit
So we could fuel the flames
Of gluttony deranged

The meek should play
While the fat cat's away
Cruising in the company corvette.
Pull at the loose strings
Of his dear profit purse.
Perhaps with such a sting,
At last,
From the fortunate few with plenty,
The few needs of the many may be met.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. When 3% of population hold 97% of the wealth. The country is in trouble. Your words solid and true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote