Steel Enema Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

It is no secret - what passes
Just thunder in the thickets -
Guns - wild anger - a gold mine.

Confused by deception
And predatory gangs
Capital flows to their pockets.

Greedy dogs and black sheep
Which tail is wagging now?
Tufts of hair or hanks of wool?

According to the creed
Meanness is not a vice
Now that's the secret.

In America there is gold
And coal and iron ore aplenty
For both greedy and unfed mouths.

But it is no place for dreams
Every second counting the $
The rivers turning to dust.

Everything is linked by tracks
Covering moaning sleepers
Rails that carry off - carry out.

The trains whistle and rush by
Leaving the work crews in the shit
Tending to the miles passed over.

And greed is the locomotive
Of banditry - a steel enema -
Can't you hear the farting?

Come the swept-gold sunrise
The rich will have feasted
And be ready to gorge again.