Golden Ratio Poem by John Weber

The record-keeper compiled a big book
Assuring us that he wasn't a crook
If we'd let him in he'd take a small look
So they'd ensure that we were off the hook

I soon recognized to my frustration
Fate took away my skilled occupation
They urged me to search for God's salvation
While I discovered my new vocation

The man of bank clout collected my gold
Fools praise greed and I wasn't feeling bold
There are far greater graces to behold
And I was taught to do as I've been told

The order came down from way up on high
If we longed for arms we'd need to apply
The speaker explained how they're our ally
And they'll protect us if things go awry

The king's men arrived with a deed in hand
Telling me I had to vacate his land
With weapons ready they served his command
Taking the home we toiled to build by hand

We shivered and starved without all our food
A penniless family forced to intrude
Living off the aid of our larger brood
Dehumanized by those deeming us crude

While foraging wood to provide heating
My precious wife took a vicious beating
In her eyes I could see life retreating
Until her anima ceased competing

Whilst on the street I heard the chaplain say
'Put faith in the word! Keep Satan at bay! '
I watched as my daughters turned ashen gray
Then the good Lord took my blessings away

I shuddered when they announced their decree
Just one thing left for them to take from me
They hauled me off while bowed on bended knee
To slave at their yoke with no chance to plea

Still stacked in that train awaiting defeat
I ponder how I accepted deceit
The cries of those here with me are replete
Lamenting our consent to the elite