Utopian thoughts engorge my mental loins
While sly money changers craft their worshiped will
Debasing strongmen into eunuchs who still
Think honor stems from high ideals not coins .
Power swells smirking men happily fondling coin ,
Who crypt with keyless shackles those of a lessor vein .
They give the earth their fullest shift with hope to gain
In honor life's reward for offspring of their loin .
The power of a banker's nod brings foreplay to it's max
When the rush of playing GOD forges temples in their mind .
For eons man has thrust above the slyest of his kind :
Coin power their allegiance , cherished dreams anoint the ax .
I 'm not willing to silence the fife nor quell the drum ,
Both their sounds heart strings play to , oh , so deep
In the minds of America . Do not sleep ,
Fall in , shoulder your wlll . See Freedom Won !
Ronald C . Downie