In case the word oligarchy is foreign to readers, it is described in the dictionary as “a form of government in which all power is vested in a few persons or in a dominant class or clique; government by the few.”
The U.S. also can be described as a plutocracy, which means a government or state in which the wealthy class rules. Nations operated for years under the rule of kings who lived in luxury at the expense of the heavily taxed working class.
It wasn’t until the U. S. Supreme Court’s “gang of five” slammed us with the concept of corporate personhood in its controversial 2010 Citizens United case that the reality of the U.S. oligarchy began to sink in.
This is a political poem about such an oligarchy.
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Never weep when the clowns leave the show;
There is always a circus,
It is not far they dare go.
In a nation become an oligarchy,
citizens should percuss
A call for all to anarchy.
You acquiesced when some rights were taken;
They over propagandize
So your right to arms is shaken.
We’re no longer a democracy.
The wealthy you dare not criticize—
But we can’t accept their profligacy!
With oligarchic sleepy fantasies
Filling their little minds,
With no care to appease
Any citizen of America.
Us kissing their behinds—
Them keeping our dreams in a hookah.