By Contributor Ernesto Tinajero
Below is a poem I wrote in response to “The Wealth Issue,” a recent column by David Brooks of The New York Times.
Hear, oh hear David Brooks proclaim
preach and teach the lessons of our sin
of envy. “Mitt Romney is no spoiled
rich boy. He toils long and hard for his spoils.
Look at his family, ignore that Mormon
part, and see the struggles, which boggle
and hobbles the mind. Google them, I dare
you and you will see that none
of your envy works to be. Admire his industry,
his family’s flight and fight in Mexico,
again ignore the exploitive parcel and part.
He earned the bain of his existence, and any
resentment of his privilege is down right
un-American.” Yes, we hear you David, less
we fall into the pit of envy, one the big seven
sin, you see. But I ask, “Mittens, Mittens
who envies the Mittens?” He slipped down
the poles like incompetent firemen, but,
really, oh great Brooks, only because people
lust after his wealth? Or, maybe the shadow
world private equity that squeezes our bucks
from cruel manipulation of money and not creating
products, services or jobs paints in tainted shades.
Then we find the widow’s mite is more
than the pittance Mitt paid in taxes, follow, then,
his offshore shelters that smack more of Madoff
like sleaze. Especially, think David please,
this after all our Wall Street’s welfare and bailouts.
We cover his ilk tushes to tune of how much?
Maybe, just maybe, open-minded Mr. Brooks,
the mighty Mitt has fallen into disgust out
of the disgrace in our abandonment of our middle class,
by Ronnie Reagan’s lie, that tax breaks, coddling
googooing guys like Romney would bring and
lead to greater wealth for all? Romney renovates
his residence like Nero’s violin, while
the American Dream burns up in ashes.
We have violated the terms of biblical
mandate that to those given much,
much is expected, and this and this
and this is the issues of 99 percent.