"We thought we could do better"
says those beholden to one percent
by paycheck wrote or dogma writ
imposing worse on rest of us
bending knee at master's chair
or sitting high upon the throne
in the end the same will be:
form a world of their own.
Money taken out of pocket
is more pain that brother’s torment
a dollar taken asks revenge
smiting those who beg for bread
holy words denounced by the masses
mean more than common kindness
respect given to the godhead shared
is trampled in rush to worship idols.
Freedom becomes a catch word used
for when what is theirs matters most
damn the weaker who cannot enforce
the same truth on a squalid world
caucus is group of the minds
with same goal to serve the world
if the globe includes only them
and the masters who pay the bills.
Better never means “for all”
when the masses pay the price
for the elite that held most high
with knowledge their god will comply
it’s always worse for the some
especially for the rabble scum
forced to grovel by those who play
champions of the better’s way.
© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170324.