Strange Fruit



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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