Adders and Mules

Good Afternoon, 
I missed my posting yesterday as I had family issues that could not be ignored. So apologies and I will post and extra poem tomorrow. 
Todays modern free verse poem is about our current finical climate. Read on and see what you think. :)

Adders and Mules 

There are few things I despise more than lies… Spat from those poisoned minds. 
Minds warped in a mix of greed, coveting, gluttony and degradation.
One will say anything then - to gain and grasp at straws, no matter how short.
Limp offerings of pleasure for the poor. Stretched out in the excuses of mankind. 
A masculine world, run by emasculated rulers. How vile that they devise to tempt you. 
Golden carrots for the mules of the banks. We spend on that with which the tempt us. 
These men of money. Investors of life? 
Tis 'Them' and 'Us!' They, the big thinkers
Wrapped in a thin blanket of doing for others. Charitable offerings to appease and coerce. 
Fat cats getting fatter, with thin cats getting thinner, in this climate of growth?
If not a hissing pit of hungry adders… Then what? 
Tis them and us! They the Adders… Us the Mules.

By Helen Stallard
March 23, 2014