Good At Getting Their Pound Poem by Francie Lynch

The World's Times chronicled
Crusades and Jihads,
Inquisitions and Fatawas,
Coups and Genocides.
Such financial resourcefulness

The Construct.

Another Cathedral rises
In a destitute country.
Do-able.

We're told,
From the leader's lips
We'll always have the poor.

Uh huh. The poor.
That's what was said.
We can always put them to work,
And there won't always be work.
They'll need membership cards,
And birthings and burials,
Like always.

See the pyramids along the Nile
You get up every morning with the alarm clock's warning

Another Temple
Will grow
From the rice paddies.
A synagogue and/or
Mosque will
Cinch mosaic tiles
Along the sinews
Of peasants.

I've had enough
Laundering by recluse
Single mothers,
By crooks posing as shepherds,
And Holy Wars
so oxymoronic
cleanses too

God(s)
Never benefited from
Our wages and labour;
Our drachma, denarius and shekel,
Yet the lackeys are very good
At getting their pound.

Humanity can use
Your pauper pennies.

Don't drop a coin
In a wishing well,
Pay cash for a mass
To avoid hell.
Choose a charity,
There's so many
That need a
Pauper's penny.