Unrest, Come Here!

Revolts against despotic reign
Turn topsy-turvy, Islam’s World.
No more can oligarchs disdain
Their countries’ rabbles who have swirled
In streets and squares to try and pry
A larger portion of the pie.

That’s why the protests heading east
Should undergo a turnabout
In search of others who’ve been fleeced
By moneybags who’ve had the clout
Although they only represent,
Of countrymen, a wee percent.

In Wall Street I’m imagining:
Ten thousand youngsters go berserk.
Though upstairs life is brightening,
The kids can't find well-paying work.
But grinning brokers peering down,
In bonuses, are apt to drown.

Some 20 billion bucks this year
While 14 million need a job.
The Wall Street crisis cost them dear
And yet Republicans bedaub
The law to make The Street secure
A load the market can’t endure.

They gnaw away at funding it
To block the SEC’s control,
As though self-rule is holy writ,
Not cause for further fiscal toll.
At Wall and Broad the chant begins,
We won’t die early for your sins.