Two Workers went to War,
neither knew just what the fuck for,
One manned a Machine Gun the other a Tank,
neither had ever managed a Bank,
One was a Street Sweeper the other a Waiter,
they both went to battle and died a day later,
The Wife of one had three young kids,
whose house was auctioned off after multiple online bids,
The Spouse of the other lived all alone,
in a squalid damp Rental with little to own,
And the War rumbled on like the “Devil may cares,”
while the Banker and Corporate bought and sold Shares,
And the Nikki Dow, Dax and the Financial Times,
kerchinged and kerchinged to the wonderful spoils,
As Northrup, Lockheed and Raytheon grinned from ear to ear,
the World shouted “5% 5% 5%” just out of fear,
So to keep the ball rolling they starved all the young,
then they sold some more missiles, a few bombs and a gun,
And as the Cash kept on flowing and the babies were dying,
all the while the Mother’s were twisted, broken and crying,
The Ghosts of the workers ruefully looking back in time,
wondering just how they died covered in mud, filth, blood and stinking slime,
Still the Shares kept on rising as the bodies were falling,
the Bells of Wall Street vulgar, Pealing and Calling,
Canary Wharf, Zurich and Japan’s Tokyo too,
so much money in death but what can you do ?
With American Dollars and a large German bomb,
they were dropping munitions with remarkable aplomb,
Not on fighters, nor enemy nor terrorist scum,
but on babies, civilians and children struck dumb,
Yet the workers lined up and signed up for War,
and still haven’t figured out just what the fuck for.