I am the strange
Forbidden fruit of a country
That takes from the poor
In order to give more to the rich
The truly great divides
Are between the poor and the rich
The Cursed and The Blessed
Among the worst realities of America
Is this newly recognized truism
The only treason is class warfare
Roughly translated
Being poor
And getting mad about it
Illegal wars
Stolen elections
Corporate malfeasance
Racist senators
Rigged rebuilding contracts
These high crimes
These more than misdemeanors
Are all excused and quickly forgotten
As we continue to grease
The always dirty palms
Of America’s master class
Why does money always matter
More than the people who need it
Can We the People ever become more
Than the powerful allow
More than we imagine for ourselves
© Gayle Force Press 2008
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