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You wail and say “how could we?” You wring your hands with guilt You speak of grief and sympathy Toward the ones you killed I don’t believe the sorrow As your army bombs a city I know you’ll bomb again tomorrow Despite your self-indulgent pity  

This is a song not to celebrate a bank It is no longer full of money and if you own its stock you only now hear the wails as it tanks. Or maybe a sound like the wind in the trees on the hills, which is the rustling of the thousand dollar bills that bankers took from their government bailout, while angry taxpayers fumed and flailed about. Congressional representative seem unconcerned by the question of who lives in marble halls and who has a home no more to live in. Banks foreclose on people w...

From Obama a stimulus plan for the good of the poor working man The rich said “no dice, It’s too high a price” But conservatives hadn’t a plan What became of the surplus of Clinton? “It got lost in Iraq”, said Bush, winkin’ But we know his tax breaks were a part of the stakes To enrich the most rich was his thinkin’ The Republicans moan and they whine, upset that it’s no longer time for fat CEOs to steal blindly from those who work hard f...

The food we eat has lost its taste. It’s fructose, salt and carageenan. Subsidies encourage waste; I think I might become a vegan. Hogs in pens shit day and night- - lagoons of shit that poison rivers. Unwashed produce causes fright as it jaundices livers. Poultry’s tortured, sows imprisoned, calves see barely light of day. Our forebears never envisioned we’d eat food produced this way. The factory farm is the new gulag. If you saw what happens in it I am sure you'd quickly...

Cracks and lines on the mirror traverse your face. Is your hair turning white, or is that coke dust from your last binge? How old you’ve gotten In a few short years. Blown-back from the mountaintop you got lost in the blizzard. Better hope someone comes looking for you.