the torture of heretics
and the burning of witches -
all bets are off on the next episode.
hypocrites and autocrats,
heaven to bribe and hell to pay -
every non-action is a reaction to action.
from wallstreet to your street,
greed's a pretty poison -
a pound of flesh isn't what it was once.
faceless and furious,
the lords and ladies of commerce submit -
slow death under the fluorescents.
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From Wall Street to your street greed is a pretty poison......we are dying a slow death with a drink of this potion. Great poem.