Wall Street's One Hundred Men

One hundred men
Of Wall Street
Control ten trillion dollars.

They didn’t dig the well,
But they surely drink its waters.

Citizen soldiers,
Few of them
Have ever been.

Our great grandfathers
Fought for nationhood
In the Civil War,
Not for economic win.

Your Elephant Party
Cuts your taxes,
Making others pay for war.

Your lobbyists,
Saddle Uncle Sam with debt
Still, you juggle and shake
The piggy bank for more.

Your daughters marry well,
Sons, have the best deal around
Their hands are soft and clean
And the banners of Ivy League, abound.

Americans believe their patriots
Rejoice for fair shake, fair play,
But they run hungry on empty
When you take most all the pie away.

So think about these issues, sir
When the money bell rings
At the close of your day,

For we all love
A strong America
And Lady Liberty’s bills
Are running high,
But parity and ability to pay
Should be, the Yankee Doodle way.

Your cards and candies
Sent to Congress
Have given you full sway.
You have great influence -
The rules are written your way.

You know whom to call
And what to say,
But sir, it is a point of honor
To raise and to tell,

That the Robber Barons
Of the Roaring Eighties
Who cleaned the cupboard bare,
Learned that government
Is not theirs to sell,

And discovered
That wealth without ethics,
Is not a Bull
Nor a Bear,

And good citizenship
Is not freedom without a care

For the Little Man,
Once, your father’s neighbor,
Is now, not anywhere,

And yet his son
Is over there
To save your oil,

While you labor away
In silk shirts
And soft shoes,
Makin’ a million bucks,

The poor man
Sings the blues,
The soldier,
Has much to lose.

And certainly, you say
It was his to choose.

Wake up, Mister
And lend a hand!

You’re kicking our dreams,
Down the street,
Like an old tin can.