Poem - Atlas Is Dead
Atlas is Dead (Go Away Gekko)
This is written to attack the money changers; the bankers; the industrialists... those who are "too big to fail... those who would privatize profits and socialize the losses.... go away.....
Atlas is finally dead
Or was it merely a legend?
The myth of greatness
The pillars chastened
Who is John Galt?
The question unanswered
Unworthy of intrigue
Our wealth finally squandered
The fountain of ideas is dry
An artificial world of need
We are no longer fooled
You can no longer deceive
You shrugged at our help
Your arrogance on display
All along you needed us
For that you did pray
The power of the individual
Pounding your chest
Exclaiming: "I walk alone!"
Crushing others your quest
A self-image of genius
The antithesis of sloth
Regaling yourself with admiration
Self-importance your anointing cloth
You lived with scornful exuberance
Creating a bubble out of our dreams
Finally erupting with a shrieking sound
You ran not wanting to hear our screams
Why must you build upon our backs?
The mirror reflects your God
You deify your cleverness
Your mind the holy ground you trod
The mask has been removed
We see nothing but emptiness
A bottomless pit with no end
Your eyes revealing an abyss
You see value in fear
You see value in misery
A pilot fish of opportunism
That's always been your history
Now you feel that fear
The torches and pitchforks loom
The mob you so detested
Forshadowing your doom
We tire of parasites
Who suck the blood of society
Ready to discard us all
Laughing at our honesty
The day has finally come
When wealth no longer means glory
We haven't just turned the page
We've started a new story