Free Market Economy Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Free Market Economy

The world began with me, there was nothing before,
History what's that? Your past is a bore.

What's here is here, before it was simply not there,
Whether it took millennia to develop, I simply don't care.

It's all for me to steal, to take, to sell,
If you object, you will be sent to hell.

The oil, the water and even the air,
Is for me to consume and to make profit my share.

Who cares if it's all gone when I am old,
There is nothing left, it's all been sold.

There was nothing before me, an empty world,
It was mine to abuse, and I have the gold.

To slow down, to ration, to conserve the supply,
You would need to start now before we all die.

Sunday, August 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life,world
Kumarmani Mahakul 28 March 2020

You would need to start now before we all die. Beginning of the world with life is perceptive. An amazing poem is very brilliantly and excellently penned.

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Abe Nosh 19 October 2019

Nature’s a tool. For man, thats a rule.

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The Hobbler 31 August 2014

summed up quite poetically. Unfortunately, the prognosis does not look good.

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Alan Bruce Thompson

Alan Bruce Thompson

Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom
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