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

 

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poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

This Hub is a great poem and very powerful commentary on the current banking industry. Thank you for sharing.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thanks Poetvix.... I'm like everyone else in my frustrations with the insiders making money whether the Dow goes up or down... It's as if a rapist is given an apology because the victim didn't enjoy the experience.


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maven101 6 years ago from Northern Arizona

John Galt would have taken this for a romantic rant against the machine...a machine he helped devise...your line,

" We see nothing but emptiness, A bottomless pit with no end ",

is in contradiction to Nietzsche's observation, " We look into the abyss, and the abyss stares back at us.."...We are the market, we are the determination of services accepted or rejected, we determine who wins and who fails in the marketplace...Don't blame the messenger, blame the sender of the message...Pogo has said " I have seen the enemy, and he is us "...

Your line, " The day has finally come

When wealth no longer means glory

We haven't just turned the page

We've started a new story ", is counter to Man's nature...As long as Man is around there will always be greed and envy in one form or another...There can also be greed for love, for attention, for recognition...

Another thoughtful prose poem...Thank you, my friend...Larry


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Maven,

It is both unnerving and gratifying to have someone such as yourself read what I say and compare it to the greats. While it is an act of supreme arrogance to argue with Nietzshe I would say that the market is controlled by Madison Avenue because the message is "Consume" and so many of us willfully obey.

We eagerly await the next upgrade. Version NEXT.1 We wait in line to be the first to purchase a box that allows the messenger to learn more about our minds and how to further manipulate us into deciding what it is that THEY want us to need.

What message would be sent if the NEXT.1 was ignored?

I wonder what Nietzsche would conclude if he were with us today and have the opportunity to experience the sophistication of the message that we receive each day?

To be fair, there has been an example played out on a grand scale that supports Nietzsche's observation: the ability to pirate music online. The music industry has been fundamentally changed by our ability to take what we want freely. I recently read a comment by Peter Frampton indicating his capitulation and resignation that he will not be paid as a creator. He is now an entertainer for fee and a creator for free....


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Christopher Price 6 years ago from Vermont, USA

As an artist I find it exceedingly ironic and sad that musicians are expected to share without compensation their creations that brighten and color our lives. Meanwhile financiers, bankers and stock brokers (who created NOTHING but new ways to make themselves rich) are expected to receive obscene salaries and the real WORKERS of the world who produce the food we eat and the products we use daily scramble to get by.

Your poem is a well phrased cry of anger and righteous indignation. I just wish I could have more confidence in the verity of the last two lines.

CP


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Christopher,

My opinion is that the downloading and pirating is pure theft. It's a mob that stormed the doors of the old Sound Warehouse, demanding free albums. It's wrong and I'm sorry people like Lars Ulrich endured abuse for his protests. I believe an honest job deserves pay regardless of the product and artists deserve protection for their work. It is ironic that the money changers get paid and the honest artist can only wonder while his creation is stolen right in front of him. What kind of culture is it that demands this right?

As for the last two lines they are of course, very naive on a macro level. But for me personally it is true because I suffer no loss of self-esteem in the presence of wealth. I have a good job. I make "good money" but it is necessary to support my family. Otherwise it means nothing and I'm glad that I have been able to "start another story...."

That story is about who we are and the rest of it is a world that I want no part of....


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epigramman 6 years ago

..great poetic verse and with a message. You are making your lucky readers think and feel which is always a very powerful too indeed. Again that is something in which I always try to do ..... so it takes one to know one as they say!!


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

thank you epigramman... I appreciate your comments. I think therefore I am? Ha....


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kids-toy-box 6 years ago

Beautiful Piece.I just read an interesting hub by Chinaman on a similar note. Money is not wealth its simply a means of regualtion to faciliate real pysical wealth which involves increasing your physical production and creative human capacities...anything else is as worthless as the paper- money is printed on.Perfect example Wiemar 1929.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you kids-toy-box... I was obviously frustrated with all the excesses of the past five to ten years. I'm tired of the greed and the egos... I'm tired of one-dimensional pursuit of wealth... I'm tired of people being impressed with wealth... I'm tired of things like "the art of the deal." It's not art... it's an outrage to call it art.


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kids-toy-box 6 years ago

I couldnt agree more.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Kids=toy-box,

The thing is I'm a CPA... I've been in corporate America a long time and it's not like I can't hang... I can. I've been in those meetings and heard things that I speak about. But as I've told some friends: I'm a CPA but it's not who I am; it's what I do. I have children and they need me to make money but the business world is a means to an end for me and I try to do the best I can in an honest manner... the rest of it is not for me.

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