Chris Herrington, Contributing Writer
Why They Don’t Get It
I woke up
to find myself
bound and gagged
only to have
the overwhelming feeling
of thankfulness
that the national resources
and everything
that was American
was simply a shoehorn
for those in power
to hold me aloft
in the smoke of my life
as they burned my belongs
to keep themselves warm
at their ski lodge.
I believe it was Stockholm,
or maybe
that was just the syndrome
I was suffering from.
runningturtle87
Laugh All You Want
Those who have
have had it
for so long
that they have forgotten
what it is like
to be dependent
on anyone,
but their feeling
of superiority
would fall on its face
if the dollar
were to collapse
and all
of their belonging
become worthless
because everyone else
was selling everything
they had
just to buy bread.
That ketchup becomes a vegetable
is a joke to those
who buy at Whole Foods
because it is (oil) sheik.
The coffee plantations
are under attack
from the weather
and in 10 years
may not be able
to meet the desires
of Americans
who need it
to slave
over the numbers
they worship.
When the banks come to get
your multi-million dollar estate
in your gated community,
they will treat you no better
than the families
they have crushed
across the globe
in their search
for the next penny
of profit
on the backs
of the dreams
that are now washed away
on the tide.
Your personal attitude
of altitude
is delusional;
the billionaires
will take
what you have schemed
so hard to get
and laugh
in your face
because
after all,
it’s only business.
runningturtle87
The Whole World Is Watching
While the TV cameras roll,
the whole world is watching unfold
the distribution of the questions
being asked of the previously faceless.
Both those who are now forgotten
and those whom we can never forget,
these are watching.
From the balcony of life,
in the buildings of tranquility,
beyond the reach of those
who worked,
those who cannot work,
those who will not work
for the grinders and insiders,
and those who have yet to work,
these are all watching.
They say, “Go get a job,”
but many who had one
are not being rehired,
and those who still work
are afraid to speak out,
and these are watching.
And somewhere,
up the chain of command,
above the merely human,
there are the corporate people,
not the ones who gloat or cower,
but those who are the sexless,
mouthless, gear driven beings,
whose lives are paper trails
and shifty bright shredders,
and manipulations of numbers
that break down the bones
of the ones who have waited
for the utopian nightmare
of free markets to flourish,
and these are turning their heads,
for they have no eyes,
no hearts,
no ears to hear the hard breathing,
for they can see nothing
but a bottom line
and the endless numbers
projected on walls
in a lifeless
future
of childless
reactions.
But the fish, the birds,
the trees, the rivers,
the clouds, and the sky,
they all see
and bare witness.
Our embarrassment of riches
has come to this:
what was ours is now yours,
and we are coming to take it back.
runningturtle87
