If one feels that the treasons of wall street are so great,
How can one not become enraged?
If their home has been taken and their livelihood shattered,
Their children's lives altered negatively,
How can one not become saddened by the state of affairs?
Right now there is an undefined movement,
Created doubt where the media has left a void,
People see the occupy wall street as a joke,
Conservatives reduce its meaning to a laughing matter and yet still thousands join the movement,
Why is it OK that home loans became an instrument for a certain few to get rich by way of deceit and predatory tactics?
It is not OK but what is to be done?
How can a few little people, strained by a new society different than that of their ancestors,
become the instrument for change?
I do not have the answer.
It is complex, deep, secluded from the movement because there is so much to bitch about that it is hard to find just one thing!
It is hard for me to reduce the Occupy Wall St as a joke that deserves conservative analysis, mindless detached analysis,
It is small now, scattered people, scattered ideas trying to find a conclusion,
Trying to find a meaning, maybe also trying to just find an answer,
Maybe it is the greed of the wealthiest citizens of this nation that take and take from the bucket,
and do not give,
They give corporate galas, fundraisers, parties, museum donations, charity auctions and charity fundraisers,
Yet the real problems require intense Action, such as the reform of the education system,
The reform of the government as a whole to separate it from the control of corporations,
Caution is not a factor, tolerance has been tolerated for too long.
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
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