Just Business Poem by Eric Cockrell

you say the moral implications
dont matter anymore;
it's all about the money,
it's 'just business'...

blood for oil, and
it doenst matter whose blood
- as long as it's not your own!

what happened to the sanctity
of human life...
if the skin color is different,
the language different,
the religion different...
do you sleep better at night?

'they're poor, they have nothing
to live for anyway...'

'just business'...
well, what goes around
eventually comes around...
what happens when you're
the one with the begging bowl?