KILL THE RICH

More Poems by Daniel Glover

"The Little War King "

There's a growing unrest, spreading out cross the land,

as the little war king, strikes a line in the sand.

In the east and the west, and the north and the south,

we hear words of malice, spill out of that mouth.

With hand on the trigger, he readies his site,

preparing for battle, just aching to fight.

His friends in the biz, won't let him back down,

they're yanking the strings, that make him dance round.

With short sighted goals, an objective that's clear,

they anxiously wait, as the time line draws near.

Protestors picket, not pleased with the man,

they want to know why, a war he would plan.

"Just please tell us why, can't you give us a clue,

do you have any proof, a mere photo would do.

Your constant insistence, must surely have merit,

don't lead us about, like a horse with a carrot."

We're not all that stupid, to believe what you say,

so cut us some slack, let truth rule the day.

If you want us to back you, stop playing us dude,

it's not very nice, and it's really quite rude.

Your planned propaganda, on the tube everyday,

a constant reminder, of the price we will pay.

Our family's life blood, and a future gone bad,

will strengthen resolve, and make us all mad.

If it all goes as planned, your friends will be happy,

but the people you harm, their lives will turn crappy.

But what if it all, should go terribly wrong,

and your war drags us down, and lasts way to long ?

Or what happens if, the unspeakable's done

and you light up the world, with the heat of the sun ?

You and your friends, will be safe, warm, and inside,

while the rest of us here, will find no place to hide.

You're risking it all, to get at that crude,

are you really so eager, to make us worm food ?

Consider the options, the world has been asking,

stop coving up, we're tired of your masking.

There's really one choice, so pick the right path,

it's peace or it's war, can you do the math ?

The fate of the world, has been placed in your lap,

a world filled with peace, or the evil's one's trap ?

@March 7, 2003 Daniel Glover

"The Oil Baron's Dance"

Round and around the slippery floor,
the barons of oil, keep dancing for more.
They'll beg and they'll barrow, and yes, even steal,
the things that they'll do, to haunting real.

A little lie here, another one there,
they want to make money, how, they don't care.
Without any trouble, they quickly change sides,
allegiance to none, just surfing the tides.

They count on their friends, the powers that be,
to help them stay wealthy, a life full of glee.
It must be so fine, to have so much stuff,
those slick oil elites, don't have it to rough.

It boggles the mind, and burdens the soul,
to see just how much, of our lives, they control.
The price at the pump, some heat to stay warm,
should they take it away, it can do so much harm.

So we all dance, to the tune of the day,
as the barons of oil, keep getting their way.
No matter how evil, these slimy dudes are,
we still pay their price, to fill up our car.

Sooner or later, all in good time.
we all have a need, for that thick greasy slime.
A world of dependent, slaves of the crude,
must put those fat cats, in a most pleasant mood.

@November 27, 2002 Daniel Glover

POEM AND PHOTO BY JACK BOWMAN

Photo of Friend and Jack Bowman-Vietnam War

We were young when we were friends

Now the years have come and gone

Another war. Will they never end?

Another war to take our youth

Another war to kill our men

Never end. Never end.

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