Children of the Profits
I was told I was liberated
by the children
of the people who enslaved me
I was told I was emancipated
by the graven image
on the penny
The children said:
“Please forgive their forefathers —
It was only business,
nothing personal”
The pennywise children said:
“We were taught to multiply the dollar
Every money tree
need seed money to grow
Deprive not the blood soil —
Tear dirt needed
for the golden apples”
The children of the profits told me
their living will ~ last testament legacy
was to vow forevermore
to keep romancing the stone
The devout offsprings told me
they remained genealogy faithful to giving widow coin charity
See how the blood diamond riches of their mercy
have grandfather clause grown
But what the children of the profits
neglected to tell me ...
they were market driven
to set me free
That my unpaid labor
was bound to be replaced by soulless machinery
Children of the profits
do usury deed show forth their brotherly love greed
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