Failed Policy Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A seed of chance, they say it grows,
A tempting fruit for greedy rows.
When walls came down, and markets spun,
A game began, for everyone?

But some climbed high, on shifting ground,
While others watched, without a sound.
The rules were bent, the lines blurred deep,
And promises became too steep.

We feel the squeeze, the tightened hand,
In this new promised land.
We follow laws, the lines they drew,
But ask ourselves, what's good for you?

This pyramid of power and gain,
Leaves little warmth, in chilling rain.
What harvest now, for those below,
From seeds of chance, they sowed long ago?

T.M.Solvang