As The Rich Cast Lots For Our Souls

A lot of Americans are unhappy

and unhealthy

simply because there is no profit

in happiness

or in health

a few people accumulate massive wealth

from just the opposite

nor does sobriety fit into the profit motive

there is only money to be made in alcoholism

and addiction

and all that surrounds them

there is no money in peace of mind

but boat loads in anxiety

and depression

and if your doctor prescribes community,

if they prescribed volunteer work at the animal shelter

or the soup kitchen

or the community garden

just how on earth do you expect

the poor pharmaceutical companies

to make their killing?

With billions to be made

they’re more than willing to be paid

to keep you perpetually sick

to trick you into thinking

they have a chemical cure

a magic bullet

a quick fix

but unless you fix the chaos in your life

you’re using a butter knife

to cut down a redwood

it might scratch the surface

but it’ll do you no good in the long run…

 

yes, there are countless ways they fuck the poor

 

like the trillions of dollars

siphoned from our communities

for war

“Let there be peace” said Jesus

or Buddha

or Dr. King

or someone…

but certainly not

BAE Systems

or Boeing

or Halliburton

or Raytheon

no, there’s no money in peace

only in war

there’s no money in rehabilitation

only in incarceration

there’s no money in helping people heal

only in locking them in cages

both physical and mental

only in stealing their basic humanity

to make a buck

 

fuck that…

 

I will not drink your poison

I will not fund your savagery

I will either live free

or you can kill me

because I will not be an accomplice

in the destruction of the human race

I will not chase rainbows

to find magic golden pots

as the rich cast lots for our souls

I will not help a few sociopaths

chase their goal

of more and more zeroes

and I will not wait for non-existent heroes

to come and save us…

to paraphrase the prophet Bob,

let’s not let them

use our minds

to enslave us.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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