Not for Sale

Not for Sale

This Earth of ours

Is not for Sale

Your greedy ways

Will not prevail

We make you rich

Beyond your needs

Then you pretend

Your deaf

To our dire pleads

But we, the people

Of this Earth

Will not surrender

To your global wealth

You can't pollute

The air we breath

You can't rape

This Earth of trees

You do not own

The Sun that seeds

Or the Sea

That breeds

The fish we eat

Or the very soil

Beneath our feet

We are the people

Who make the rules

Not you bloated

Corporate fools

The day of judgement

Is on its way

When the peoples of Earth

Will have their say

They will strip you NAKED

For all to see

The fat bloated bellies

Of corporate GREED

Peter Wicks 3/3/2003

Footnote: I wrote this poem whilst working as a part time security guard for a massive department store in Britain and believe me what I witnessed in their giant warehouses made me sick.Everything was imported from all over the world and NOTHING was from my native country of Britain....this represents a cut in the workforce in countries in the western world and a increase in the slave waged countries of the far east....and a massive increase of profits for corporate pigs....