The Twisted Eagle

This poem is about the corrupt people who run our capitalist societies

I surf the crest of the capitalist wave
Anyone below me is best described as my fettered slave
The dollar is my poisoned life blood which keeps me kicking
My tax being used to sustain the minion band is sickening
The old eagle’s neck is twisted and he has lost his sight
I’ll ignore law, justice and morality to put it duly right