On Scammers

Anancy men, weaving silk palace out of spit Breeze blows it far Like lassso, or lariat casting Minotaur Or Midas Or pilgrims legacy stolen here I could not believe it Unless I had known the gullability of flies And the charm of sweetened bee spit. Shall the spider's rope Bring back Valesquez gold Plundered from our shores? Not that then disgruntles me Not the avarice, nor greed's stupidity I protest more the sinister side of it. For what the cars washed with beers The hands washed in champagne How many blood stain does that clean? For what the cargo chains of gold The ponderous grotesque of rings The masonry of lies How many spells of degeneracy broken? What legacy do you build for tomorrow For pride volatile like acid, Vaporous as morning dew, Requires more substance of us - Something that will for history be a leg. Mother say only what is in character shows When the heart breaks in bell tones tolling, The rich rivers that through it flows The laden mass of wealth in silt Only gold is free of deeper grime and crusted guilt. O ambiguous reason Half greed and half fear Your forgiveness walks in treason Let old history dry up like a tear Not yesterday again, but of today beware Tomorrow is for vision a little season. How do I redeem them again These Pilates Indelible saturated with the toxic stain?