Whoops of 2004

Corporations

2004 Whoops

(Whispers) Identity matters

Who am I? …. I?

I maybe black, white, yellow, red

I maybe rich or poor

I maybe happy or sad

I maybe a girl or on the sliding scale to boy

I may have difficulties as I walk, talk, or breath

I laugh, cry and someday I die

 I am just ONE.

Just One.

Just One.  

One with an identity.

I am a person!

I live in America 

a country of persons

Then the great WHOOPS of 2004

And no longer do I breath in and out.

Because I am a corporation with lots of voices, committees, money and influence so NOW I’m labeled a PERSON! And i do not die!

It’s the whoops of 2004

And we turned our country away from persons

To massive money corporations

I will shout from the top of the steeple

Corporations are not PEOPLE!

We turned over our power,

We turned over our cares,

We turned over our well being to corporations

Which only care about power & money

Wonder why we are where we are.

We made a Whoops of 2004

Shout it from the steeple

Corporations are not People

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I don’t do poems often in my life, but sometime being succinct and painting a picture in the mind is an excellent way to communicate.

Hugs, Pam