say it:
Show me the money.
honey
where would we be
without it?
I’d like to shout it
from the rooftops
Money makes the world go round
you relentless hound.
It’s what keeps us afloat
in your boat
which is huge
what a stooge.
It’s that silly
willy nilly
Philly
at the Kentucky Derby.
It’s everything we had
before the wheel turned against us.
So it comes down to this:
money, power, and time.
We find the signs
you left behind, too late
after the horse is out the gate
and your horse always wins
again and again.
You shout down
through the air
in some satellite above humanity
in your precious throne room
filled with supercomputers
and data banks for your crypto
currency.
But shh
Don’t say it’s power.
Don’t say it’s time.
Don’t say you care, it’s money.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016, her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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