And who'll deny that's what the fightings all about
Get out of the way, it's a busy day
And I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died"
(Pink floyd "Us and them")
That's not yours it's mine. I was here first. I've been here the longest. It's my state. It's my city. It's my neighborhood. It's my land. It's my house. Like greedy birds fighting for the last crumbs it's mine mine mine mine and you can't have any. Now go back to where you came from we don't want you hangin around here. Collective greed. Our town our city our state our country our troops our factories etc. All here before we were a twinkle in the old man's eye and all here long after we're dead. Can't stop and smell the roses too busy defending and adding to the bottom line. And for what? Just because you might have the most toys doesn't add to the fact that you'll still end up worm food as will we all.
Be afraid. Be very afraid. They (them) are planning something. "Them" are not like "us". We know better than them. We are superior to them. Why is that? We have more stuff. We aught to know we stole it from them, a fact conveniently erased from the history books. Got it all from the tribes, and the sheiks and the corrupt dictators with broken treaties and peace accords. Kill the chief assassinate the dictator and install a puppet not even a need for strings attached. Sucker an army, no make that a nation into doing your bidding to let in the leaches of corporations sucking the resources until the land is left barren and polluted. No need to worry poor people can't sue and if they do their prize will be pennies on the dollar. Must polish that corporate image. People won't drink the poison unless they think it's good for them. But the jobs folks, think of all the jobs lost if we stop. Never mind the need for an oxygen bottle and an attending nurse in a few years. Sorry guys you can only sell fear for so long and we're not buying your green clean energy ideas when we saw what you dumped in the river. We may not know what's in the stuff but when the fish started dying we know it can't be good for anybody.
Nothing. That empty void of profit motivation that benefits only a few. You need us more than we need you. So it's us against them. They may have the upper hand for the time being but every dog has his day. That's what happens when the curtain is pulled back to reveal the emperors no clothes. Sitting in a posh corner office producing absolutely nothing, what value are you? Wouldn't put a dime in a beggar's cup but finding a way to steal it might be high on your priority list. How sick. Maybe it's time for you to be afraid, very afraid because the jig is almost up. More of us than there are of them.
So there you have it the ramblings of a star struck writer. A minstrel could surely craft this into a song of sorts because it was written to be a song within a song. The old mind works that way sometimes.