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A Poor Man’s History Lesson

Contributed by Reflections on Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 05:24:39 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff





When I was a child I thought a bank was a place
where the rich stored the money they stole.
A "Banker" was a title, not a man with a face,
who sought the poor man's demise as his goal.

The banks were the ones that foreclosed on our lands.
That's how the rich socialized with the poor.
Without land, name, or money … the bankers' demands
were that those of "no means" NEVER darken their door.

The bank's sub-contractors for those of "no means"
were the "Loan Companies" for the poor laboring class.
The lenders ate steaks, and the workers ate beans
(and, had no money left to clothe their bare ass).

There were limits on the interest a bank could impose
on the fees charged to repay their loans.
So, they funded themselves and created more woes,
as "legal" loan sharks became the bank's business clones.

The "upper class" rose higher and higher each day
while the workers slid further downhill.
Then, came the World War, and the rich had to pay.
The war taught the poor how to kill.

The worst thing in the world that a rich man can do
is to put guns in the hands of the poor.
If one has a thought … and, the thought spreads to two …
in time one will "darken " their door.

Nothing was left to attack, the clock could not be turned back.
All the troops returned home from harm's way.
The poor were still poor … but, not as poor as before.
They would NOT go back to the farm to pitch hay.

Under their G.I. Bill … education was free,
as were the new "low interest loans".
Soon; more poor scholars than the rich man had dollars...
Then, the Banks became the Government's clones!

The banks are still with us and, as corrupt as before,
when all the poor people were hung out to dry.
NOW … all of God's people can use the front door …
and the LACK of poor man's cents can make a rich banker cry.



John F. Templin




Copyright © Reflections ... [ 2005-03-24 17:24:39]
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Re: A Poor Man’s History Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Friday, 25th March 2005 @ 08:40:33 AM AEST
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Hmmmm... well... I should start by confessing that it's a tad hard to be objective here --- I work for a bank and have my entire adult life. But nonetheless...

I will say this - it's awful nice to read a poem that addresses a fresh new topic. Your point here is crystal clear. I can't say I agree entirely with your perspective, but I think I understand it for having read this piece. Thanks for giving me something to turn around in my mind for a bit.

A strong write... keep 'em coming-
~SNM~


Re: A Poor Man’s History Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by Elizabeth_Dandy on Sunday, 27th March 2005 @ 05:48:05 PM AEST
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Previous commenter said it aright. A strong piece of down-to-earth poetry on social injustice. So very poignantly and skilfully, (and with a good sense of humor done).
Social Injustice it highlights and that is great. Ring the bell. Keep ringing John!

Ad majorem Dei Gloriam

Elizabeth




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