Raymond Farrell Poems

I could hear the drums
A block away
Then I saw the police car
Red lights flashing
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Business follows a simple creed
No need to consult some holy tome
When morals are replaced with greed
Then money is the god of choice.
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Democracy is the common herd
Gleefully lining up at the wicket
Because some moronic politician
Promised someone else will buy their ticket
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It is always to young and impressionable
Who are drawn to this irrational pursuit
Like moths are drawn to a flame.
There must be a cause, however mindless
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Of course, we in Canada are hypocritical
Having stripped our foresst to the bare bones
Sold our raw resources for peanuts
To attain that allusive better life
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On a hot August day
Nonchalantly, I made my way
Pausing to gaze at a muddy pond
Nearby marsh, and the forest beyond.
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I'm tired of the North American urban landscape
Strip males with miles of concrete
Banal unexpressive architecture
No craftmanship and no shame
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Money, the gold-leaf façade
And covering
Of so many transgressions.
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Though invisible to the naked eye
Everywhere, wherever matter is found
As far as the eye can see
And out to the universe's furthest bound
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When inquiring about
The error that saw
His old age pension deposited
In someone else's bank account
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