harvest of money

People are Cotton

People are cotton,
The bank is the gin,
And when enough people bloom,
Let the harvest begin.

Reaped of your job,
Reaped of your home,
Reaped of your union,
Wages cut to the bone.

Bales of cotton
Bail out at the bank,
With inflation on the rise,
And bookkeepers to thank.

What a bank can loan is what a bank can get,
And their asset is your debt,
Interest paid on valueless cash,
Stretched to oblivion before the crash.

But we're cotton,
We'll grow back and bloom again,
And when we puff up,
Let the harvest begin.

Kamala
Good one. The cotton, we soak up blood and tears!

RAJ NANDY
WELL EXPRESSED MY FRIEND ! -Raj

PrEmJi PrEmJi
ric... the hardest of all realities.... of course, cotton we are...