Further musings ... Psalm 113:
"He raises the poor from the dust,
and lifts the needy from the ash heap,
to make them sit with princes,
with the princes of his people."
And the princes howl like mad ...
we're not sitting with these "takers,"
we're not putting up with unfair taxation that
redistributes our hard-won monies and gives
them to freeloaders and the lazy.
We're the makers, and it belongs to us.
Not to them.
Not to the poor, who deserve their dust.
Not to the needy, who need to spend more time
on their ash heap.
Uh uh God.
We'll have none of that.
To hell with them all.
And, god, think about it.
We're on your side.
We work hard.
And give our millions to charity.
Sure, we enjoy it ourselves,
Our caviar moments.
And if you need a loan.
Heck, it's yours, interest free.
Just don't make us sit with the poor and the needy.
Social protest poetry -- a venerable form
ReplyDeleterepresented so nicely here with the tone
of an Old Testament prophet.