Bon Appetit! Dinner's on Us!

Let us not be bitter.  Let's be gracious
Instead to those in Davos, who feast
On the fruits of our labor.  Pieces
Of paper (and police and lawyers)
Make clear that they own what we
Need to survive:  the land, the tools,
And, though these yield nothing
Unless little people like us come
To use them, the profits they generate
Go to our friends up in Davos
Because of those stock shares
And deeds.  "Congratulations, you
Bond babies, oligarchs, nobles
And stewards of debt-ridden states.  
Enjoy your dinners and deep conversations,
And know that you don't need
Those armed guards outside.  We're
Gracious.  We ask you only in passing,
Why don't you know how to share?"

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-20 at 20:12

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