Until There Is Nothing Left Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Before the 'shock and awe'
There were trinkets tossed
To send them shopping.
That 'stimulated' them,
To accept misdeeds...
That fed their greed.
And that would feed their loyalty.
A stimulus is needed again.
As these clever actions come to an end.
But this time...
The rug will be pulled from under them.
Hoping they wont notice it,
As they spend, spend, spend.
Until there is nothing left.
And those who could explain,
Left as they came!
Deceiving those...
Who believed this way of life was opposed.
As 'Euros' appear in increasing glee,
To introduce and seduce the blind...
Whose minds have been dined and wined,
In New York City!