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A Poem on Sunday, Why not?
A momentary rest from politics, written a few years back but is appropriate for every decade since 1776
Follow the Money If you want to find an answer to Medicare, or the Internet, why homeless occupy our streets, the neighbor leaves his grass un-mowed, tomatoes have no flavor, universities are out of reach, dogs run loose, terrorists terrorize and we are all so confused Then follow the money I talk with friends in endless circular conversations, listening to this or that opinion on how and where we've gone wrong Intellectualizing, the mental equal of putting out the dog But never once have I heard suggested the closing of computers and shoving back of educated chairs, to simply follow the money We choke on the heavy breath of cash, in cities jammed with cars, suburbs slammed by drugs, prisons crammed with kids and hope for something to be done A hound, following the wrong scent There could be profits in clean air and drug free youth and education Compounding interest, renegotiating, learning to lead with the money, in the place of being forever led astray
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