They Wave Tea Bags Instead of Torches

Let the rabble run rampant. That's probably best.
Let them come to the gates of the homes of the ones
Who have given their jobs to people in China, and
Leached all the cash from firms they destroyed,
And made fools of investors. They're next to their
Pools, laughing. “I don't believe in assisting the
Poor. They are lazy and stupid. They'll just have
To learn that, to win in this world, one has to rely
On oneself, no one else. No one ever helped me.”
Let them see, if alone, they can ward off a rabble
Which shows up, like locusts, and levels their
Homes.

Alas, there's no rabble. Its members are stuck
By themselves by their TVs, absorbing the
Message that, somehow, the needy have caused
Their misfortune, and government. Only
When those by their pools are allowed to
Run rampant will what has been lost be
Restored to this rabble which never assembles,
Consisting of those on their own in defeat.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-25 at 14:35

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