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Some Poetry For This Sunday

Posted on the 28 January 2018 by Jobsanger
Some Poetry For This Sunday
I bring you a poem from my friend Brian (at Beej's Poetry Corner). I like this one a lot.


what does it matter whether they come for your money or they come for your blood the fact that they come speaks of a dark heart they are the takers they've no wish to share with us only leaving enough seed behind to ensure another harvest our money and blood the sweat of our brow they depend on it they demand our loyalty to their cash cow while seeing us as fodder for their cannons they thirst ever for more never satisfied with the hoard  they've already amassed  those who stand in their way  they're expendable the rich get richer by the day our cost to live  continually endangered oh how the plutocrat loves to hold his third world ransom that is what we are becoming we are their stepping stones  and once we are used to cross a river bringing the takers to greener pastures we are no longer needed there will always be more stones that they can throw into the waters we are no more than bridge material to their next fortune  once crossed to be thrown away they'll not need our bridge a second time they never look back and care not for the rubble they leave behind

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