Inserts his foot this fellow
In cracked bamboo
To open his own account
Knows the humble lot well
What is his aim
Where he wants to mount?
Dynamite grows in his fields
Arms to put up for sale
Hounds the humble folk
In the garb of a well-wisher
His great attachment is with profit
He earns from them.
All the bans are for those
Who did not follow him
Trounced before the world
To let them know their worth
He does what he does
What exactly pleases his mind.
A vanguard having power and pelf
Junk in human bonds
Known as a big gangster
Yet, applause comes to him
Showering prizes on his lap
So ta- ta-thaia he sings!
Marie Shine is right to a certain extent,the wheels of technology and revolutions must take their slow and ever ebbing turns,before change for the better actually happens. Yes Man has a selfish center that is masquerading behind a false chocolate's covering that By free Men and Women,who with time will erode away the false facade of decadence and true unsweetened. Great poem! Welcome to PF! God bless Us all-MJG.