Where are the policy makers,
the faceless shape-changers?
Where the glad handed fakers
and the short sighted takers
who took so much
and left us so diminished?
Where the fat cats,
the five gallon heads and ten gallon hats
now the feast is finished?
The scene is fled!
Tables overturned!
Like proverbial rats
leaving the proverbial ship,
like fleas hopping
from a dead dog's hip,
they are gone.
Above our heads
the ceiling trembles, behind us
the kitchen begins to burn.
- Notes From a Life in Progress! Alternately preaching in the wilderness and to the choir since February 4, 2002 -
1 comment:
Amazing that was posted over 2 Years ago*
I'm gonna Blog it from Flickr but I will link to yer Blog here*
Thx Man!!
Cheers! Billy ;))
Peace*
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