Economic Bailout Poem by shimon weinroth

dear me, pandemonium in the streets,
panic in the corridors of power,
frenzy and frantic
great banks and moguls
asking for handouts

written on the dollar
'In God We Trust'
phoning the great creator
of no avail,
Wall Street addressed Main Street

the powers that be, drafted,
all the kings men and horses
women too,
thus in congress
to solve and save

bail out the fat cats and top hats
of Wall Street,
the rules of the game trashed,
and changed,
had a new start up,

at the expense of the citizens and
homeless men of Main Street,
equity is the name of the game,
fairness and brotherhood
and too much interdependence

I ask you in all innocence,
how much will it cost them
for their bailout, we are asked to share,
their losses, but never
the profits, and this they call Capitalism