Facts in Fiction.

2012-03-05T03:28:00.000-08:00

A POEM FOR THE POOR.

Poverty is back and on track for a fact,

The children are starving, time to change the tact.

Bono is one, who created the pun to pull in the mon,

A concert for sure to feed all the poor.

So Bono my man do you have another plan,

A concert a day could keep hunger at bay.

However my question, is it just for evasion,

The worst famine in sixty years would need a little more persuasion.

Their colorful cloths contrast the hot sand,

Mothers with babies hold out their hand.

They form a long queue to a receive meager due,

While most people with food don´t even have a clue. Why should they starve while fat cat´s sun in the Algarve,

Their bodies of bone could be crushed by a stone.

The rebels have weapons and stopping the aid trucks, These people don´t have oil or precious metals so who gives a f**k.

Their faces are pure their body´s age prematurely,

What is but a hand full of grain, it´s nothing surely?

The food arrives, their faces alive with fear,

They rush to the queue, so near yet so far.

So com´on you fat cats don´t buy that luxury car,

Give it to the poor as you know it will go far.

So ladies of rich men give up your next flight,

Give it to the poor so they can sleep at night.

Will the floods and the monsoon,

Bring more days of gloom.

As the handful of rice will soon be twice the price,

They stand in long queues for a merge slice.

Their tin cups empty while the rest have a plenty.

Now the one percent as occupy wall street will vent,

That the rich must know; as the message is sent,

That the tax to pay is for all to say,

Pay your due and shorten the queue.

2012-03-05T03:24:00.002-08:00

THE POWER OF ONE.

The man from the IMF was quite shrewd,

According to Vogue quite a dude,

In his luxury suite of which he could afford,

He and the housemaid struck quite a cord.

She maid/made a point of telling the boss,

That, that rich man had not paid for her loss,

She kept on her person the evidence for certain,

And his long career brought down by the infamous curtain.

Now the shackles of justice were turning him lose,

Hiding in the wings she looked like a moose,

While spiking her man she got quite a tan,

In France, was she part of the plan?

She was quick with her plot,

She beat the fat guy to the spot,

While the former chief was struck by grief,

His DNA taken by a thief.

Now the wife she was cool and by no means a fool,

Stick by your man is all part of the plan,

Pretty and all she stood quite tall,

Supported poor hubby who was taking the fall.

Back in France was another by chance,

Who paraded herself as part of the dance,

Is this, one would think, the end of the line,

For a powerful man who got caught, for more than a dime.

Back in Greece there was no peace, and in default for sure,

The bailout money wasn´t going to the poor.

As Merkel was focused on giving Greece the handle,

Her President alas, was caught in a scandal.

Politics for sure is not for the poor,

As politicians parade in black designer suits,

Your tax money for sure is already en-route.

The hotels at the top have reserved the best spot,

Your tax money has been earmarked for that particular slot.

FICTION IN FACTS

Facts in Fiction.