Some Globalists Wear Success Quite Well,
Some - Not
by
James J. Roberts

With hateful faces
of success,
they sneer instead
of laugh,
these brittle little
greedy men
who steer the ship of state
controlling both
its factory gates,
its future
and its fate.

They bring a nation
to its knees
faster than bombs
or IEDs
or any known disease;
for nations can recover
from illness such as these;
but when a nation's SOUL
is sold
by men who've sold their souls for gold,
there's nothing left to heal.
Their "truths" are not real.
Their treaties are unholy jokes,
and the Treasury's raided
stone cold broke
by friends of these fine gentry folk,
who, when nothing more
is left to steal,
and even the poorest poor have no appeal,
will simply grin a stoney sneer
and happily move away
from here
to new, more fertile fields
for their next voracious meal.

(Mr. Roberts, a member of the League of American Poets, is published in numerous print and electronic publications and is a frequent radio and television guest.  His poetry also appears in the soon to be released,  "Treasury of American Poetry - III", ISBN: 0-9743429-8-X.)

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