Saturday, September 22, 2012

A Dislocation of the Soul

A dislocation of the soul occurs
When money interbreeds with politics.
The wealthy call the tune, and turn the hicks,
Who vote themselves bad government. By slurs,
Slick lies, and clever sophistry that blurs
Instead of clarifying, a cool mix
Of cash and amorality, they fix
The public discourse their way. My head whirs.

I'm doing well now, I have money, too,
And if the taxes on the rich are low
I benefit. I should just let it go.
I would, if it could possibly be true
That this is civilized. It's nothing new:
The feudal slaveholders all liked it so.