You greedy, miserable corporate fools,
My ancient bones you gouge with sharp tools,
From my marrow you fashion useless, gilded thrones.
Still, you gouge despite my groans.

From the stuff of my bowels you make time wasting toys,
Thus helping destroy health in girls and boys.
In youth you encourage avarice and greed
You certainly take much more than you need.

With long needles you suck from my veins
Barrels of my crude for your ill gotten gains,
As it’s burnt you stand and proudly declare
You’ve improved man’s lot while polluting my air.

What are your plans? When it rains no more,
When waves no longer break on a sandy shore.
All streams are dry and fish are few
When crops won’t grow, when there is no dew.

When birds of the air can no longer fly,
When hot dry wind utters a mournful cry.
When dust of your folly swirls and blows,
Then settles, covering corpses of your corporate foes.

From the darkness you must hear
A mother whimpering, quivering with fear.
Soon she’ll begin to wail and cry
As she helplessly watches her starving, thirsty child die.

What then, you greedy, foolish men?
You don’t know! Then try this for your lot,
Send a maid to your pantry, have her fetch a large pot
Then into it tip all the dollars you’ve got.

Next, into this colourful mixture fold
A good measure of ill gotten gold.
For real flavour add a diamond or two
Now stir it around, it’s corporate stew.

When it’s done, into a trough then ladle it out
And as is your wont, shove in your snout.
Does it taste good, this corporate stew?
My question is, will it sustain you?

When from your lofty ivory you survey
Desolate fields on which you used to prey.
As you sit and ponder your sin
About then is when real hunger sets in.

You look at your stuff, you judge it’s worth
Then suddenly realize it was a real curse.
In days past, to have it felt secure, warm fuzzy, real nice
But, now you see more value in one grain of rice.