Tevis Bluff

Machiavellian Bonanza

In Poetry on February 9, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Bought, sold, traded, underwritten

Shipped overseas and hidden away

In brass cavities the size of a house

Secret tombs still holding the wealth

Passed down from long dead men

Stashed away from the public sphere

For fear of an uprising

Poverty breeds violence, right?

Damn, dirty beggars trying to catch a free ride

Off of someone else’s inheritance

Flabbergasted fools glued to blue cloth seats

Pretend to understand the evils of socialism

And will scream it through the streets

As they patrol the neighborhoods

Protecting everyone from themselves

And pocketing that redistributed wealth

Hypocritical normalities cloaked in moral ambiguities

That closely resemble the emperor’s new clothes

And the sidewalks are still buzzing

With the ignorant whispers

Breathing life into their own doom

As trillions is washed out to sea

And settles not beneath the ocean

But in the slimy pockets of overcoats

Hanging from the shoulders

Of all those we never stopped calling Master


Roy Dequeant

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