Robber Barons – a poem about freedom and terror.

Robber Barons

 

Robber Barons down the years

With no compassion in their hearts

Practice their cruel brutality

With gleeful brazen treachery.

With arrogance sufficient to sink a ship

They strut and preen and snarl

Stab, torture

And laugh,

Stamping down the bewildered

With delight.

They rode amid the blood and guts

Roaring, slashing, trampling

With gay abandon

To steal the fruits of other’s labors

And love it all the more

For the agony

They create.

Once with chainmail and sword

They roared.

Now armed with a suit and pen,

Sweet words

And reassurance.

Their cold eyes

Belie the intrinsic pleasure

As they strip you naked

And leave you for dead.

Shaking your hand with a smile

As they grip you by the throat

And never relax the vice-like grip

Upon your balls.

 

Opher 23.2.2018

 

 

There are a psychotic, sociopathic group of men, mainly men, who have operated down the centuries to rampage and destroy, rape, torture and strip bare. Their callous viciousness attracts like-twisted monsters who go along for the ride. They plunder all they can and enjoy the anguish and destruction they leave in their wake.

In a harsh environment people put their energies into creating harmony and clawing a living out of the ground. They slowly build up and create comfort for their family, storing up resources over the decades, only to find all their toil undone.

In a matter of minutes the hordes rampaged through ravishing, burning, plundering and laying waste. Rape and torture is their currency. Havoc is their joy. For it is easier to rip the goods of others from their hands than to produce it oneself.

When they rode off through the smoke the survivors gathered to survey the carnage, bury the dead and attempt to rebuild their lives.

These robber barons ruled the land, built the castles and became the law. They stole all they could, enclosed it, claimed it and held it by force.

They are still there. Their land is still walled off. The newbies wear they suits and flash their perfect smiles as they strip you of your life.

They’ve always enjoyed the agony. One man’s freedom is another man’s terror.

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