My indignation grows with each revelation
Unparked parks whose parts are partway out the door
Riches of the land given away
Not for posterity but for an economic bump
Or quiet transfers to numbered accounts
Hidden deep within layered deposits of plundered gold
In this in dig nation
Where shovel ready corporations
Dig new troughs
Through watersheds and wilderness
Tracking mud and tarsands through the vestibule of nature’s cathedral
All for bottom line smiles for the few who reap corrupt rewards
While most of us don’t know what’s going on or going down
Used as we are to mediocre reportage that’s little more than spin
So we revolve to the beat of the boardroom
We get spun to whims of cold-eyed ledger predators
And watch as economists and financiers repossess what wasn’t mortgaged
But they’ll take it anyway with the blessing of rightwing ideologues
Who steal public resources for short-term greed
Carving up the country like a holiday turkey
And call for tax cuts or as they say, gravy
While my indignation changes into heartburn
From indigestible giveaways to the bloated
While too many go hungry and thirsty
Or rot in the jails of circumstance
David Trudel © 2013
Indig Nation
My indignation grows with each revelation
Unparked parks whose parts are partway out the door
Riches of the land given away
Not for posterity but for an economic bump
Or quiet transfers to numbered accounts
Hidden deep within layered deposits of plundered gold
In this in dig nation
Where shovel ready corporations
Dig new troughs
Through watersheds and wilderness
Tracking mud and tarsands through the vestibule of nature’s cathedral
All for bottom line smiles for the few who reap corrupt rewards
While most of us don’t know what’s going on or going down
Used as we are to mediocre reportage that’s little more than spin
So we revolve to the beat of the boardroom
We get spun to whims of cold-eyed ledger predators
And watch as economists and financiers repossess what wasn’t mortgaged
But they’ll take it anyway with the blessing of rightwing ideologues
Who steal public resources for short-term greed
Carving up the country like a holiday turkey
And call for tax cuts or as they say, gravy
While my indignation changes into heartburn
From indigestible giveaways to the bloated
While too many go hungry and thirsty
Or rot in the jails of circumstance
David Trudel © 2013
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