The day the Dollar will die!!!

Let them carry a hapless cross and die
Let us sing the dirge in celebration.
Telling the nations we are the strength of Leviathan
In poverty they die
In luxury we lie
They grow worse
We dream goose
Where we long left, is their destination
Back into nature, primitively, with a strange culture
Can we claim pride in a dehumanized society?
We grow, others rot.
We dance, they die
They die, as flies under the curse of aerosol
They feast on what is feaces to us
Their purest water is to us toxic waste
God gave in nature free,
We staked a price to it,
Hoarded it,
And traded it.

We drain their energy to get to the top
This is slavery,
Death,
Manslaughter
Savagery..
We carry the gun,
They sweat under the sun.
While we smile away their sentence
With religious and political pretence
They carry the pain
We loot the gain
They don?t have face for fame anymore
It is becoming natural ,
Natural to carry on like that.
A great paradox to believe.
Within the same city,
The well to do
And the without-wealth to do
We tag them under class,
Poor,
Backward
The place where rubbish is thrown
Backward indeed.
We shelve them backward, as left over food.
Where they can be easily be forgotten.
The more we see less of them,
The more to the background, the better.

Their land we love and stole
This their pride,
Heritage,
A life to be lived.
We tread upon without dignity as though rug
The more they are housed with garbage,
Alienated, bastardized,
Out casted,
The better for us.
We treat them as though uncivilized,
Uncircumcised,
Squatters?
But then;
Their taxes are civilized for our huge green pockets
Their energy and cheap labor circumcised for our lawns
Their devotions,
Offerings,
religious follower-ship baptized
to clean our padded pews and cushioned carpets
our prayers are mere recitation without any inkling of truth
we have no heart,
no conscience,
no shame, no gain,
useless,
prodigal and unyielding.
Our idiotic minds,
Fool us of an eternity that is hell.
We think of life, but all around us is death, filth?
We try to build a fortress,
We are hundred times unsafe.
The wealth we have so amassed
Is the trap and our doom
We lie on beds of deception
We think we are wise, only that we are the contrary.
We can?t differentiate between pleasure and peace.
The very wealth we own
Enslaves us,
Determine for us,
Destroy us as bandit.
We have lost human heart.
No wonder we;
Build cages around us as in zoo
And foolishly call it mansion
Built on men-soul.
We rob them of their song and life
So, their cry won?t allow us sleep
Who they are and how they live, is no longer question.
But, reason to believe our folly.
An explanation we are rich, they wretched.
A justification for our glamour,
Glory,
Greatness?
We grimace though all is not well,
We proclaim we are a society
That is sovereign and free
Yet, the hurt in a million heart
Truncates our civility.
Let them die, let us live
And so what?
Oppressed,
Tortured and enslaved
But the day, the day the dollar will die
I see the carcass of the top class
Spill as though milk.
Not good for tea, not good for bee.
We shall see it,
We shall sing it.
We shall welcome it.
The day, the day, the dollar will die!

(c) Gagman Cleopas