Bull Moose on the Loose
It's up to us, not Priest nor King,|
To cede authority
To folks with grand ambitious dreams
To mold society
By force or guile or subtle style
Each seeks to gain the right
To pick the traits that earn success
What's fair and wrong and right
'Who is my neighbor?' Christ was asked,
'Who I ought love as self?'
'Who is his neighbor?' we might ask,
'What counts to him as wealth?'
Counting wealth in dollars and cents
Eye on the bottom line
Neighbor is but cost or purchase
Employed or coaxed to buy.
Counting wealth in favors owed
And power to coerce
Neighbor is but us or them
The minion or the cursed
Counting wealth in a vista breadth
Of beauty, peace, delight
My neighbor thrills and entertains
And keeps me safe from plight.
Coercion and exploitation
Want losers, all but few.
And fight each against the other
'Who's with me?' Red or Blue?
I choose neither of these swine
To cast my precious pearl
Kept in my pocket, I am rich
Enough to make this world
Yield more and more through stewardship
Of what my vistas hold
And dream of Teddy, LaFollette
And Pinchot's days of old.
By Robert Corey
© 2011 Robert Corey
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