Pick up the Cost

How is it possible
America once thought invincible
Now finds itself vulnerable
How highly illogical

Our nation that touted itself to be
One of devout Christianity
Yet in religious vanity
Bought into the insanity

That it could through legality
Make righteousness a reality
All the while failing to see
Righteousness is a choice to be practiced openly

So until we get with what some call the golden rule
We teeter on the tightrope of self righteous fools
Who is quick to point out the mote in our neighbor’s eye
While the beam in our own we vehemently deny

And now in a time of unheard of bailouts
Amidst all our insecurities and doubts
We still worship the gods of profit and greed
Choosing the rich shareholders instead of those in need

Once again proving we love abusing
Those who battle price hikes not of their own choosing
In a run away economy that out priced itself needlessly
Sinking a once thriving economy

Into an ever deepening rut
Through wealthy favored tax cuts
Who ever increased prices
Making for the poor sacrifices

As a routine way of life
Hardly inspiring or nice
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Yet we as sheep blindly
Follow along meekly
As our pockets they gouge
We no longer say ow

Numbed by the placebo
Of not wanting to know
How wrong things really are
And unequal by far

And in all totality
See how greed has destroyed our economy
Yet we as a people humbly
Accept it as how it has to be

While the filthy rich unashamedly
Ask for a bailout arrogantly
So they can further the cause
Of maximum profits at little cost

But what can I say
Most want it this way
Because we love promoting profit and loss
And the poor and working pick up the cost

H. Wilson