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How can we take pride in a country
that is sliding into dissolution and chaos?
We praise ourselves for ending slavery.
yet racial prejudice is still much with us.
We pay slave wages and refuse to change
the minimum wage to a living wage.
We call all people equal under the law,
yet privilege and money or the lack of it
make legal decisions unequal every day.
We have liars, cheats and criminals in
our supposedly democratic government,
chosen primarily by a voting system
that is funded by moneyed corporations
with a vested interest and the wealthy.
Goal: to remain in power.
We declare all are entitled to liberty,
justice and the pursuit of happiness,
yet how can a people be happy without
security that they will not go bankrupt
because of hospital and medical bills?
How can we be proud of a country
where the supreme justices of the land
arbitrarily take away our rights
to make decisions about our sex lives
and personal decisions about our bodies?
Who choose to exercise the power of a
ruling class against the will of the people?
In a country founded on freedom of religion
we are more and more governed by those
who propound a certain religious mindset.
We are not yet living under a dictator,
and have freedoms not dreamed of in
dictatorships, but for how much longer?
Our freedoms are being taken away,
unilaterally, without recourse.
Our democracy is in mortal danger,
not from enemies abroad, but from within.
Facts now have alternatives to fortify an elite’s status
Truth has lost its authority
Principles abandoned as minds become amorous to like-minds
Intellectual treachery
Corporations have frozen the status quo
Arrested ideology
Anti-capitalism is pretentious and treasonous
Distrust the politics, kill the new entry
Religion is a sanctuary of poverty walled by tyrants
Machiavellian weaponry
A cloaked politician claims anointment from God
Blind flock in an amen chantry
Jesus misunderstood for good for life is good
Yield to Caesar with slavery
Every system wants a piece of your livelihood
Patriotic puppetry
They invade privacy with dosages of conformism
Online artillery
I am an armoured guerilla in a humanism suicide vest
Blowing up the system
the Government gives developers and corporations huge tax breaks
but the workers only get poverty wages and public funds they need to take
to earn $8 dollars an hour on which to raise a family
I don't know about you but I think that's an absurdity
we need prevailing wages to be set in the work place
what those companies are trying to pay the workers is a disgrace
Albany get off your rear ends and do the job for which you've been elected
for as sure as you're in that position by the people you can be rejected
you've lost the people's trust and New Yorkers are in an uproar
stop all the filabustering and get some legislation passed into law
Justice in the Work Place that's one of the reason you were sent to Albany
Justice in the Work Place for the workers and their families
In Brussels, I sat among doubters.
You spoke—calm, fierce, certain.
They mocked.
I listened.
Your words fell like thunder in a silent hall.
“Workers of the world, unite!”
They laughed.
You prophesied.
Now it is 2025.
And your shadow walks again.
Machines rule the hands of men.
Corporations sit where kings once sat.
You said,
“The production of too many useful things
creates too many useless people.”
Today I see them—
wandering, forgotten,
slaves to invisible masters.
You warned,
“History repeats itself—
first as tragedy,
then as farce.”
Look now—
Gaza burns,
Europe trembles.
The farce wears the mask of progress.
Your words were not theory,
they were scripture for the waking poor.
But the poor still dream.
The chains remain—
polished, digital, unseen.
I walk to your grave in Highgate,
where the wind still whispers revolt.
Your prophecy breathes in the dust.
Your ghost still teaches in silence.
Karl Marx—
the world you warned is here.
And I, your disciple,
kneel among your ashes,
still believing,
still mourning,
still waiting for the workers to wake.
It is the cause of all acts of terrorism,
including but not limited to suicide bombings.
It is the cause of most crimes running rampant in all nations,
including but not limited to child exploitation,
human trafficking, mostly women,
but generally both male and female when trafficking children.
It is responsible for all the wars throughout the world presently exploding,
making more richer and more powerful CEOs of war profiteering corporations,
including but not limited to all the corrupt politicians,
and lawyers and so called "Honest" businessmen.
It is responsible for all who have ever been,
poverty stricken, starving and dying from malnutrition.
Without the need for money all of the above would no longer exist.
If we are to evolve for the better, society must go moneyless,
with a new set of values also established,
that isn't motivated by greed or monetary profit.
I'll say it again like I've said it before,
"Money must one day go the way of the dinosaur,
or it will be the cause of all of our peril for sure."
"My decision
is not any negative reflection
on you.
It's not personal."
This would be a Business School graduate,
meaning, if it is personal,
then it is not political or economic;
so, if it is political and/or economic,
it is not personal.
"It's your decision,
for you to personally
and responsibly make."
This would be a Social Work graduate,
or maybe some variety of therapist,
recognizing that what is personal choice
is also political, empowering or disempowering,
and possibly economic investment or divestment.
What is personal,
like what is political,
is about power
and vested interest
and small ego-staged,
even if short-term.
"Our decisions
about who runs for office,
who votes which way,
who nominates whom and why,
are matters of individual conscience."
If this statement
is made by someone in political office,
who knows?
Maybe s/he gets it
that personal is also political,
that individual organic corporations
are also economic actors and investors,
or not.
So, what do you think?
What is your personal preference?
The Business Party view,
segregating personal faith
from political powers of relationship,
financial influence,
Or the Social Worker model
of power analysis,
individual through global,
competitive through cooperative,
personal through ecopolitical?
I suppose this is at least one reason,
my Republican colleagues,
when I was in a Master of Public Administration (MPA) program,
found the cultural distance
from a Master of Business Administration (MBA) program
subtle
opaque
unclear
ambiguous;
while the Democrats
and Green Party students
found differences between MPA
and MBA cultures
profound,
cooperative v competitive,
looking for Win/Win resonance
as opposed to searching for Win/Lose
ZeroSum endless growth of market share.
If all organic energy systems
are also ecopolitical communicators,
then we all have ecotherapeutic opportunities;
Some great,
some small,
but all one moment,
one message,
one relationship,
one rhetorical non-violent/violent
association/dissociation
at a personal political time.
For a brief period in our history Jack and his master
worked and played on a level playing field,
It was a time when overtime was plentiful enough for Jack to
Earn as much as middle management, should he so wish,
The class system was slowly sailing back into the mists of time.
All was sweet until along came the big corporations,
Using stealth and a sack full of money,
They had Jack and his master out on their ear,
Before they knew what hit them.
But this is not the end of the story,
As science has now started to play it's hand,
And a new improved class system,
Is starting to see the light of day.
Based on the cast system,
Children in preschool are being tested and fast tracked,
For leadership roles,
For life.
My advice to them,
Grab it with both hands,
Because before you reach 20,
You will be overtaken either by those bred for the purpose,
Or robots.
Though things are bleak indeed for Jack and his Master,
Spare a thought for Jane,
Who has only just made it onto the playing field,
And may be gone by lunch time.
It all rests on who gets to be referee.
I walked through Asia.
Through Africa.
Through Europe.
Through America.
And I saw
what poverty does
to a human soul.
Some live
on less than a dollar.
Some survive
on less than a dream.
Over a billion
on scraps of life
in a world overflowing
with food and wealth.
How?
How can this be?
How can poverty grow
in a world
so rich in resources?
Because the rich
devour the weak.
Because powerful nations
feed on the fragile.
Because greed
has become
the true religion
of our age.
How can we end poverty
when military budgets rise
like angry gods
while agriculture
dies in silence?
Food should be sacred.
Shelter
should be a birthright.
But we made both
a privilege.
And called it progress.
Why should one man
hold a million acres
while another
sleeps under the open sky?
This is not fate.
This is design.
Poverty
was created.
Crafted.
Maintained.
Corporations hoard
the people’s wealth.
Institutions steal
in the name of order.
And billionaires rise
like false kings
in a sea
of hunger and despair.
As long as the gap
between rich and poor
widens like a wound,
the world
will never know peace.
Nor stability.
Nor dignity.
Material poverty
is a crime
against human evolution.
A shame
to our century.
A curse
on our humanity.
No one
should die of hunger
in an age
of abundance.
No child
should beg
beneath towers of gold.
Heaven on Earth
is possible.
But only
when every citizen
can live.
Eat.
Sleep.
Dream.
And stand
as a human being
with dignity.
Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me
How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
--All I know is it leaves me in deep disillusion
Yo, Honda Corp, Mr. Yamada, did you ask me about it?
Yo, Nissan Corp, Mr. Saikawa, do you think that I tout it?
Yo, Toyota Corp, Mr. Toyoda, can't we live without it?
Yo, Subaru Corp, Mr. Nakamura, why don't you doubt it?
The 'cool corporations' want driverless tech
Not one of them is willing to stick out his neck
Yelling like heck:
"I want my independence
I want my freedom
Whatever sights can be seen
I want to see'm!"--
Not sit in the backseat fiddling with a device
While the bot in the driver's seat ignores his advice
America's highways and byways, her mountains and valleys
Lo, her fields and her meadows, her side streets and alleys
Were meant to be driven, meant to be seen
--Not merely imaged on a tiny phone screen
"See the USA in your Chevrolet
America's the greatest land of all" (Dinah Shore, TV ad, 1950's-60's)
Keep humans in the driver's seat
Spring, Summer and Fall
--Don't slow this country's love affair with the auto to a crawl.
So, all you pundits of prescience, prediction, precision
You fearless-faced forecasters of science-less fiction
Before you commit me and my friends
To a future none of us desires
~ Think twice: Cars may just lose all their buyers
As the temperature begins to rise
As the temperature begins to rise
changing weather patterns mean more storming
humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
Coal still burns in power stations, likewise;
the car industry is nonconforming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Huge, wealthy corporations aggrandize
consumers; it's all about performing.
Humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
So hard to get the world to empathize
when many are simply misinforming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Though just a few can see the world's demise
there still is, too sadly, global warming,
humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
You'll miss the flowers, birds, and butterflies,
shade of trees, the touch of grass, bees swarming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.