Down With Black Friday Poem by Stan Petrovich

Donate, do not spend, your hard-earned dollars.
There is a line of double-helixed beings,
Humans to boot,
Who have not heard of this wretched Black Friday,
Who have nothing to spend,
Who suffer the daily routine of grief & starvation,
The false promises of the ministers,
While Americans, with their toy cars and noise-polluting motorcycles,
Wile away the day looking for more junk to ruin the atmosphere...

Give to those in need.
Empty your alligator wallets into the hands of the needy;
This is what religion ought to encompass,
Not salvation from sins-
You'll never expel those-
But gratitude for the other forms of life,
From the bears to the birds,
From the entangled starved bellies of the African children,
Who live in the grime and dust and dirty water,
To the hole in your 'free' American heart;
Spend nothing; give all...