Greed has built an evil empire,
Destroying rainforests, and funding many a bloody war.
Their ruthless efforts never tire.
It's all about the dollar, wanting more and more.

In America, royalty means wealth.
To be King or Queen, Prince or Princess,
Depends on your bank account's health.
They became royalty, by putting nations in distress.

They have used every trick in the book,
From the magic of marketing, to political power.
Think of the lives ruined, and take another look-
At that cheap, tasty, banana you're about to devour.

FOOTNOTE: If you're wondering where this came from, it's pretty much factual.
New York Times
Organic Consumers

The Corporate Ladder

Too many irons in the fire,
Too easily they tire
Working long and hard,
Going so many ways,
Not enough hours; not enough days
And not enough left of themselves.
They tell themselves, "I must keep going"
Though the weariness is showing,
And they've lost their sense of direction.
Go faster and faster, do more and more,
Isn't this, what we live for?
What life is all about
Achieve and succeed,
Bragging and greed.

Daylight and Dark

The Sun is so hot it burns my skin;
So bright it hurts my eyes.
I cringe and squint, trying to look down,
That is when I realize:
That I can't even see,
In this blinding light.
Trying to cower under a tree,
Waiting for the Sunset.

As I awaken, and start to move again,
There is fresh cool air,
And darkness all around.
I feel alive and aware.
In vivid blackness, I can see once more,
I am one with the night.
For the darkness our vision does restore,
That in the day we forget.

The Presidential Garden

We had this old Bush, in our front yard,
We left it there, though it was an awful mess,
Because without something in that spot, the landscape would be scarred,
We got it because we believed advertisements, I must confess.
The ads said it would be lush and green,
With rapid growth and sturdy branches.
It sounded like a perfect scene,
As good for city dwellings as for ranches,
And we bought it, a mistake indeed;
It did nothing, the ads did claim,
All it did was, sprout a seed!
And the new Bush is a mess the same.
An embarrassing thing to have in our front yard,
It takes away the beauty and value of our land.
Admitting we put it there is very hard,
We must have had our heads, buried in the sand!

Scream

The skies grow darker, though the Moon is Full,
An icy wind blows through my soul.
Clouds are gathering, the storm is brewing
And fear is gripping ever tighter.
I ask myself what I'm doing,
Tell myself that I'm a fighter.
Yet my feet keep moving, at a quickening pace,
And my chest is pounding; I can hear my heart race.
For there is tangible terror, filling the air.
The first bolt of lighting strikes, before my eyes.
In the blinding flash, I see a figure standing there-
Holding a sword, as if it were a prize.
Icy rain is now pouring down;
I freeze in my tracks, wishing I would drown.
It's so dark, I can't see where I'm going,
When I hear a blood-curdling scream.
The sound is carried, the way the wind is blowing,
And I'm wishing I could awake, wishing it were only a dream.

Promises

Promises, promises.
Little words flow out so easy;
How can something so heavy
Flutter around, so light and breezy?

Consequences, consequences.
You're going downhill, looking over your shoulder.
How can such a light careless breath,
Dislodge such a heavy boulder?

The Path of life

Down the path of life we wind,
Never knowing what we shall find,
There's a new treasure every day,
If we smell the roses along the way,
Learn a lesson from the roadblocks,
Pass along the wisdom in long talks,
And always give a helping hand,
To Mother Earth and our fellow man.