Stimulate That Greed Honey Poem by Katrina Ward

You know…
Before society had told you of the damning crime
Of that kid for being of the enemy religion

For the protection of your people!
It's merely blowing a sack of live organs to the ground
Far a difference from us
Who have eyes that see
And ears that listen
To the upbeat melodies of our childhood TV tunes
And hearts that pump blood
With cracked lips that glide
Like shots into half humbled smiles

No their dirt filled mud faces can't do that

Seek to earn yourself a respectful name
Earn enough to be driven in a luxury car
For the economy
Stimulate that greed honey!
By all means necessary

Well
Maybe
Eventually, sometime after it's too late
You'll see you succumbed blindly to a manmade ideology
As you lay there on your death bed
A disposed and lonely puppet
Shivering and hugging the crimson dipped sheets of stolen youths laughter
Your neglected muscles will be too weak to rise
And warn the next fresh scent of naivety that brushes down the hallway
Ready to honor his country

And your grave shall read this:
‘To a man who dragged down this worlds ankle
One step further into a real living Hell'