"...for they have forsaken the fountain of living water." - Jeremiah 17:13
The selfish designs of the rich benefit all.
Look, a rising tide lifts all boats;
for those lucky enough to have a boat.
Most drown, too tired and worn
to swim against the current again.
It is as though there is a potter in the sky
shaping evil against all orphans,
reminding widows of their constant loss,
holding up fingers for the blind to count,
caging the oppressed in their freedom,
shredding any good news for the poor.
Now one must stand in line to bow obeisances
to heavy pockets at the pinnacle of might.
The fall from there will be praiseworthy.
The cries a brute makes on crashing
to the ground of all being
will be a welcome sound
to those with ears to hear.
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