Comes The Revolution Poem by John F. McCullagh

The 'one percent' are tired
dealing with the unwashed masses
who harass them on Wall Street
while mostly sitting on their asses..

In a bold preemptive strike
by the favored one percent
The wealthy seized Zuccotti park
and there they pitched their tents.

It' s a very civil protest,
a catered call to arms.
Instead of drums and gongs,
an orchestra plays Brahms

English butlers with refined accents
now go from tent to tent
with champagne in fluted glass
for those who can pay rent.

The gilded age was long ago-
its passing, some lament.
We paper over losses now
by piling debt on debt.

When this house of cards comes down
as such are wont to do.
This land will have new masters
but it probably won't be you.