Friday, July 6, 2012

We the People - Rebel Poetry by annienomad-cyberpoet

We the People

We are teeming.
We masses.
We inconvenient, 
yet necessary, evil.

Blindered daily by 
well-intentioned talking heads,
their rarely seen hands tied by
parent company,
share-holder interests.

We the People...
befuddled fodder for untold riches.

Only occasionally awakened
by the rising grumblings
of our lowly, restless brethren.

Seasonally riled into
made ritually pointless
by emboldened corporate bag men
and government "think tanks", 
who spend tax-payer money
devising covert ways to
keep us from thinking.

We the People... 
who marvel at
our Ponzi Scheme culture.

Admiring the magic trick of
turning public funding into private profit.


The People...
quasi-breathing citizen/consumers,
providing mindless grist
for modern financial mills.

Up to our muffled ears in debt,
paupers at the polls and pump.




  1. I love this poem. I shared it on facebook and no one commented or liked and, I assume, no one read it. They don't care. They don't want to think about such things. How will it ever change if people don't care enough to change it? Maybe, someday soon, when it bites them in the ass they will wake up. Too late?

    1. I guess their time is taken up by more important things...things with names and brands, things their friends have, things they want and envy, things they recognize.

      Is it too late? It would seem...but that's kind of the point of revelation (goodness, not destruction) - it sort of arrives unexpectedly.