Cynical Or Criminals Casting Stones Poem by Joseph DeMarco

We are being taught what is not important
'Follow your Hear- a... your money or time is money.'
We are being taught an illusion
Disconnected from the land that feeds us

Keep building more buildings
More highways, more factories, more trains
Never mind about producing food
We'll eat the cement and steel

How many teachers will leave their job
As the youth runs wild
Parents have television raise their kids
Teacher appreciation is lost

Mrs. Bright a sixth grade teacher
Received a pen and cookie from administration
when she smiled, her students gave her a look like, 'WHAT? '
She would have been happy with a 'Thank you, '

She didn't get it,
Neither do the clowns in Washington
The bailout rewards GREED
And punishes self-reliance

Common white-collar criminals run our country
They ought to change
Orange prison jumpsuits to black business suits
It just seems more appropriate

Wall Street's been invaded by stingy suffocants
The banks have privatized their own money
while leaving yours in a paper shredder
Or some overdrawn offshore account

The jails are over-crowded with petty drug users and homeless
In some sort of government scam
To advance political careers
And funnel untraceable dollars into their own bank account.

The real criminals make the laws
It's not that they don't want you to use drugs
They just want you to use, their drugs
Zanxax, Zoloft and Propecia

While Gabe Grant is
Serving two to ten for growing a plant
And Ronnie a homeless man in Waikiki
Was locked up and they threw away the key

We know not what we do
We look but we don't see
Now everybody's pointing fingers
Next you'll want to cast the stone at me