The Web Poetry Corner - J. M. Hallett - Waving Cash
Waving Cash
by
J. M. Hallett
Slink now, away from our sight
For we cannot feed helpless babies
To vacuous, self-proclaimed angels
No matter how loud your pleas
Could not, can not
Would not, will not!
So take your golden halos
And your fiery cloaks of avarice
Out to the craggy
Point of Ravenous Conservatism
And candle there a lighthouse
That slave ships, and toxic tankers
And warships of every degree
Might find their way
To the soulless, fascist brokers
Lining our polluted shores...
Waving cash
That the world might lie in waiting
At last, to finally see