Unbridled Capital Poem by Tom Higgins

Unbridled Capital

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I own you! You will obey me,
and for owning you, you will pay me.
You will work for me all of your days,
your choices limited to whatever I say,
you are mine, I own you!
You'll be just fine, another clone to,
be utilised with all the others,
all of who are trained, just like your mothers,
and your fathers too,
to be obedient, and always do
everything I tell you to.
I own you!

I own each and every politician,
you may think they're on a mission,
but I have bought the whole damn crew,
to ensure my ownership of you!
I own the police, I own the law,
I own everything you think is worth fighting for,
I own the judges of the supreme court,
they come with the politicians I bought,
I own the schools, I own the teachers,
I own the churches and the preachers,
I own the kids and what they're learning,
I own what little money folks are earning,
I own the media, it says what I say,
I own you, and you will obey!
I own nearly it all, ninety nine percent!
I own you in your ragged tent,
I left you all with barely a cent,
I own you!
I own the farms, I own the mills,
I own gigantic companies making pills,
I own the treatments to make you well,
but if you're poor you can go to hell!
I own the shops and all they sell,
and I even own good old Santa Clause.
I own the marvellous armament producers,
and all the vicious wars they cause.

I own the means of all production,
I own the button of mass destruction,
I own the army in which you serve,
join up, and get what you deserve.
I own the air force and the navy too,
but there's still so much for me to do.
I look up at night and see the stars,
so pretty soon I will own Mars.
I have great control over how you think,
I own the water that you drink,
I'll get my media to have you believe,
that it's fine for me to own the air you breathe.
I own the means of keeping you warm,
I own every port in a storm.
I own the land where your ancestors lie,
I own the space that you occupy.
I own all of nature the seas and the sky,
and I will own you until you die!
So come on y'all and give up your thanks,
for the future prosperity of my banks!

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