Cannibals, an Original Poem
Cannibals chew no human meat
In our enlightened age.
Instead they loot the balance sheet,
Destroying page by page.
They gather round the boiling pot
To cook away our rights.
They sit and stir and while they plot,
They chant throughout the nights:
â€œIf you are sick youâ€™ll need our aid;
Weâ€™ll take from those who work.
Weâ€™ll â€˜eat the richâ€™ to get you paid,
We worship those who shirk.
We need our fix, we want much more.
Producers we will gut!
For every tax from rich to poor
Weâ€™ll take most of the cut.â€
The CEOs, the head honchos
Now hear the tolling bell.
The parasites; their mortal foes,
Are leading us to hell.
â€œYouâ€™ll work for free, youâ€™ll work for fun,
Youâ€™ll give us what you owe.
No profit now, so says our gun!â€
Drooling cannibals crow.
They are so quick,
To praise the sick
And damn those who have health.
But who will feed
Their reckless greed
When theyâ€™ve ate up all the wealth?