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Post by ARTHUR KELLY on Apr 24, 2009 11:21:14 GMT -5
What’s left, now the party’s over? What help now the bubble’s burst? The mind boggles, world collapse? Politicians pandered the Fat Cats’ thirst?
Movers and shakers with cap in hand, Lenders sharpen their claws; Select committees hunt someone to blame, While the rest of us clutch at straws.
Such grand design, the Fat Cats’ dreams, To build a world on the borrow; They got rich on high risk schemes, We lost our plans for tomorrow.
Left with our anger, we shoulder the loss? …it’s the big fours’ jobs that should go…!! Their token apology, a bitter pill, Whistleblowers sing, “…I told you so.”
Vultures don’t circle the Fat Cats’ home And no-one denies them their nest-egg; How upside-down, no jobs or shops, And everyday people can go beg?
Cold comfort now, the political will, The wind of change, too little too late; Fat Cats still purr and lick their paws, Their folly, our grandchildren’s fate.
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Post by Artemis on Apr 24, 2009 13:01:10 GMT -5
You tell em baby! God they all deserve a kick up the ass and their bonuses given to the needy. They need their houses taken off them after 20 years and made to try and manage. You are on a mission today with these writes about what is happening in yours and everyone elses lives ... true words, it makes me angry. Kerry xx
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Post by Harklight on Apr 24, 2009 14:02:08 GMT -5
They got rich(er), Arthur, and that's all they truly care about. Damn the rest of their nation; the people will fall and Fat cats won't be in a hurry to do anything positive until a new threat to their wallets and lifestyles arises. It's the same as it has always been and, probably, always will be. Through your anger, you kept this poem together. The thoughts seem to flow effortlessly and they read very sleekly. H x
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Post by stacy (FINALLY back!) on Apr 25, 2009 14:45:09 GMT -5
I loved this. If some people who have money and things handed to them on a silver platter had to walk even a mile in my shoes, trying to live on the meager social security that my husband and I have to live on...well they wouldn't make it. And when I go to the Food Stamp office to get help with my food, you would think it was coming out of their own personal pocket or something. For instance, many years ago, my husband had a job that he was working, but the guy never paid him. He kept telling him "I'll have it next week, Bob, I promise". Next week never seemed to come, and so he quit his job. They took our Food Stamp benefits from us for a period of 3 months because they said he quit a job without a good reason. He looked at her and said, and I'll never forget it as long as I live..."*itch!!! If you came in here on Friday to get your check and they told you that they couldn't pay you, would you be back on Monday?" Of course she said no, and he said "Exactly!!! If that ain't a good enough reason to quit a job, then I'll kiss your ass!" Lol! Great write. Cookies for you, mf.
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Post by Harklight on May 1, 2009 16:10:24 GMT -5
A little up-date: one of our banks today, shockingly, reduced CEO's pay-packet from $2.5 million pa to $250,000 pa. Nowhere near the poverty line but a start. Hopefully (but with doubt) that trend could continue into other organisations and maybe, to all of the worthless politicians we can't afford. H x
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Post by gentlewind ~~(Serenity) on May 6, 2009 7:23:37 GMT -5
Bravo Art... you said it perfectly...... excellent write... Hugs Nanc
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