Stealing is Earning as the Paymasters Curse Humanity

She breaks corporate
policy, feeds the needy
each gram cataloged
by monsters in head office
olives counted, onions
sliced with a laser
pizza place like
a hidden factory of
disjointed neoliberalism
youth working off the clock
corporate bosses in Lear
jet, cabin the odor of champagne
at noon, dollars doled out in
quarters, these titans of Business
Schools the very definition
of sociopath, yet they
send kids to Yiddish School
adorn bar/bat mitzvah
with golden rule
of Talmudic terror
upon the 98.7 percent
poor non-Jews left
to fend, Breaking Bad
every studio project
insult to humanity
depravity made/ marketed/ packaged/ sold
the tailors of propaganda
private school grads, the Zionist
line of great-greats,
punishment through the coin
of the realm, now electronic
shekels, extracted with terabyte
gnawing, the coin is us
info trolling, nets over
the globe, those master
race chosen people
captains of the wrecking
crew, engines of the diamond
glittered drones, patents
and people, plagued by
inherited fines
levies excise taxes
deductions garnishments
entire communities
seeded with their lead
a disease worse than
sacks of plutonium
delivered Christmas
morning with the endless
marketers and crafters
junk brought to you
by sweat shop

we only win
by fighting, flanks
covered in their blood
their brains are like
plagues of locusts
upon the memory
of cultures, their professional
bureaucratic venom
eats the very meaning
of tribalism, of the land
these people are landlords
lords of economic enslavement
people Biblical in stature, torn
from their wailing wall
to boardrooms, mountains
of flesh nipped and tucked
the unholy products of Hollywood
like prions eating synapses
the mad cow disease
consumerism, slick
seasonal cataloged
delivered into Dumb
phones, endless levitating
punch lines, we are
their brunt, grunts, bovine

my daughter smells
their brimstone
sulfur encrusted
understands the logic
of their inhumanity
sees through the mirrors
their smoke a story
three thousand years
twelve thousand years
old, the day
food was locked up
the day when dancing
was traded for flavor
the day ocean depths
of their laws put
the screws to us
shackles and shekels
engines their weapons
they are chosen
the people flooding
the towers of finance
the Ivy Towers
flooding us in US
Patriot Brave New
World 1984 Animal
Farm Grapes of Wrath
Jungle “glory”
my daughter shields
herself from their gigantic
usury, finds cracks
to feed the dispossessed,
their counters
re-calibrated daily
by heroes they deem
thieves, we, the detritus
in sickening dramas
un-acted by un-actors
who are given worth
through American
Express expressions
playing the very people
they will never know
or if lucky, were once, but
now have forgotten
until the world
will escape shysters
and hucksters . . . .
finally dance by
the light of the fire
and sing to the moon
heaps of gadgets
burning as the masters’
flesh boils . . . new day
maybe felt inside

Paul Haeder's been a teacher, social worker, newspaperman, environmental activist, and marginalized muckraker, union organizer. Paul's book, Reimagining Sanity: Voices Beyond the Echo Chamber (2016), looks at 10 years (now going on 17 years) of his writing at Dissident Voice. Read his musings at LA Progressive. Read (purchase) his short story collection, Wide Open Eyes: Surfacing from Vietnam now out, published by Cirque Journal. Here's his Amazon page with more published work Amazon. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.