Some Poetry For This Sunday

I bring you a poem from my friend Brian (at Beej's Poetry Corner). I like this one a lot.

WE HAVE BECOME ROME

what does it matter

whether they come for your money

or they come for your blood

the fact that they come

speaks of a dark heart

they are the takers

they've no wish to share with us

only leaving enough seed behind

to ensure another harvest

our money and blood

the sweat of our brow

they depend on it

they demand our loyalty to their cash cow

while seeing us as fodder for their cannons

they thirst ever for more

never satisfied with the hoard 

they've already amassed 

those who stand in their way 

they're expendable

the rich get richer by the day

our cost to live 

continually endangered

oh how the plutocrat loves to hold his third world ransom

that is what we are becoming

we are their stepping stones 

and once we are used to cross a river

bringing the takers to greener pastures

we are no longer needed

there will always be more stones

that they can throw into the waters

we are no more than bridge material to their next fortune 

once crossed to be thrown away

they'll not need our bridge a second time

they never look back and care not

for the rubble they leave behind