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Vociferous Avarice: Wall Street Creed

The path was long and arduous And night began to veer O’er trees, and lanes and rusted gates Its' shadows breeding fear Unbridled Wind wisped ‘round Tombstone crosses where Hissing its’ frustration Loudly in despair It sought to nourish fears The shadows did create Searching everywhere to find It’s soul-less night-time mate. Moonbeam light kissed the Night Claiming shadows as their child Together then in lock-step They bent on running wild And there, where he awaited Their cold inspiring touch With doctrines of all Evils Firmly in his clutch The blackness in his heart, Thumping ‘neath his frock Soon it’s rancid maladies The Wind would there unlock Thoughts of what’s to come Then twisted lips to smile Revealing stained and yellowed teeth Trapping breath so rank and vile ‘twas then The Prince of Avarice Rose and stood erect The world would soon be his To ravage and infect His eyes of snake, both bespake Behind their reptile lids The embrace of the doctrine For no Evils it forbids The Wind increased its’ howling Icy fingers pushing fro Arranging fallen hopes Into a dead rouleau And you and I so un-suspect Of pending alchemy Believing we were safe inside Cocoons of normalcy. Our naiveté so firmly grasped Caused us to belie The chaos we knew not … ‘twas there, and drawing nigh As Wind fingers touched him He yelled out his decree: “ The Prince of Avarice shall reign And destroy Democracy!” His school of ghouls, dunce and fools Clamored to his side Greed having won the day Was about to take It’s ride! Greed, first blessed the banks And Wall Street did rejoice The Prince of Avarice then silenced All protestor ‘s voice With lies and propaganda All fabricated well Then all the bankers rang The borrowers death knell Morgan Stanley, AGI, Then ‘twas Goldman-Sachs Raking in what Greed gave out: Billions in green-backs. Glutted bankers, Through laughter Greed had honed Uncaringly showed the world A prediction - their prodrome Of broken dreams, foreclosure schemes Insuring that which failed But jobs the cost, as homes were lost And not a banker jailed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/5/2016 2:03:00 AM
jack clark, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. --SKAT
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Date: 4/20/2016 1:54:00 AM
Jack, nicely done. Glad to read your poem today. XoX *Linda*"
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Date: 2/1/2016 6:20:00 AM
Wow Jack, what a great poem and a 7 and favorite. We all can relate to this one because it did affect us all. A pleasure to read this well crafted poem. Have a wonderful day, my friend..... Robert.
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Date: 12/14/2015 8:27:00 AM
So well crafted with sustained xaxa rhyming and flow. Brilliant phrasing and vibrant imagery. Well done Jack! Best wishes, Keith
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 12/14/2015 8:28:00 AM
...a definite 7! K.

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