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Inside Job

Building castles in the air,
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
You were the brightest stars in your own skies

In empty space you built your dreams
Behind  computer screens
You rode in long expensive cars 
Drank in all the trendy bars
As all the while you lied and bet
Against the ones who'd hoped to get
A piece of our communal pie;
They bought your homes and you bought the lie.

     It was all an inside job
     Pulled by a faceless mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     By a thoughtless, greedy mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

Smoking candles, fallen flowers
Foreclosed homes and broken hours -
This is the aftermath of what you've done,
Games ill played, once begun.

The rich get richer
Though they've painted us the picture
Of what happens when you set the weasels free.
They've no concern for you or care for me
Or the discrepancies we see;
Should be enough for us that they should always be.
No ones' punished, no one pays,
They remain complacent in their ways.

     It was all an inside job
     Staged by an untouched mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was an inside job
     Perpetrated by the mob
     Of men who rob the poor and sleep on silk.

So now this evil season
Has descended without reason
As the sheep will stand and wait
To receive their unearned fate.

I hope you're proud, you sleep at night
While masses live by candlelight
May your riches find you lone and cold
When you find yourself frail and old
When no one mourns your passing days
When none thought loyal will ever stay
To watch with you all through the coming gloom
That pushes you, alone, into your tomb.

Castle building in the air
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
The brightest stars will dim away
Replaced by others, other days.

     So it goes, the inside job
     Brought off by the black suited mob
     The bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     The framers of the inside job
     That heartless, faithless, grasping mob
     Will one day drown, beneath a sea of silk.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 1/22/2016 2:44:00 PM
and so it goes as it has before never changing the wealth of the few remains with the few that's the way the world is even down to how more disasters seem to hit the poorest in many a country your poem brings a harsh reality of what we have become a sobering thought that most of us put to the back of our minds to we hit it head on thank you for sharing it good write
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Date: 1/22/2016 11:06:00 AM
Intelligent work.Congrat. Around common values our thoughts are meeting in hope to change what is to be changed and find serenity for what cannot ...
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Date: 1/22/2016 1:32:00 AM
Right on! The shepherds keep their sheep in bounds... with the help of their dogs... livng on lamb stew!!! great poem!
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Date: 1/18/2016 6:46:00 PM
Reminds me of a movie. Wonderful imagery!
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Date: 1/6/2016 10:28:00 AM
Right to the point, I like every word!
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Date: 1/5/2016 3:20:00 PM
Great write William and very relevant. I was one of thousands who lost my home to foolishness and greed. The evildoers were bailed out while, after spending my retirement fund and doing everything possible at the time to save my home, I moved on to become dependant on my son. It was a disturbing life experience that was repeated repeated over and over as you have noted in your poem. Does your on target perception of this dark time in our lifetime come from personal experience?
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Date: 1/5/2016 1:43:00 PM
William, I am in awe of this well written protest poem. As someone who has seen and experienced the horror of lives broken by the present day Robber Barons, you have have epitomized the great Scam.The middle class has been deminished as a result.I shall cherish this poem.
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Date: 1/5/2016 1:42:00 PM
William, I am in awe of this well written protest poem. As someone who has seen and experienced the horror of lives broken by the present day Robber Barons, you have have epitomized the great Scam.The middle class has been deminished as a result.I shall cherish this poem.
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Date: 1/5/2016 1:12:00 PM
Another great long poem...the unjust will be punished some day
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Date: 1/5/2016 12:30:00 PM
Good use of satire to poke fun and belittle the select elite. We are all rather tired of their nonsense. Well expressed thoughts, good use of rhyme and I like the last line. Hope you don't mind my input, I felt the repetition of the word ill in verse 4 made it sound a bit awkward-I changed it, hope you like my suggestion: Ill conceived and played. Most enjoyable read. Faye
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Date: 1/5/2016 11:31:00 AM
Truly written a beautiful poem these things will exist forever on this earth in our societies. No ways are there in absolute sense. Only few are saved with the blessing of God only. Loved to read this poem. Loved always,bl
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Date: 1/5/2016 7:50:00 AM
If ever someone told me that one could dedicate an Ode to Capitalists, I'd have laughed. Wonderfully done. Nothing could be truer than this. Great writing!
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Date: 7/9/2011 6:46:00 PM
pretty much says where it's at, William. lots of people don't want to see it though.Give 'em heck!
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