High Up the Ladder
Once upon a time,
on a planet called earth,
the habitants had jobs,
they loved to work.
Many had homes,
kids, and cars,
some even pools,
in their very own yards.
Paying taxes,
they never complained,
doing their part,
proud of their gains.
Then something happened,
a slow greedy hand,
started tearing apart,
every woman, and man.
Prices of things,
they needed to live,
kept getting higher,
it was give, give, give.
Looking for answers,
where none were found,
asking questions,
while sinking further down.
The closing of companies,
meant losing their homes,
as the buzzards came calling,
picking their bones.
High up the ladder,
where success is greed,
things stayed the same,
they had all that they needed.
Then someone,
got caught taking more,
opening the closet,
as the skeletons piled on the floor.
Corruption will travel,
like a fire out of control,
destroying the foundation,
called taxpayers below.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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