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Please do not miss the impressive poem by
which was inspired by this picture:Dear Sirs
Dear sirs, I hope it pleases you that still
You ride the tallest horse and sail the seas
That drown the least in blood, real blood, and till
The acrid soil that grows the money trees.
Dear sirs, I hope it pleases you that when
You crush the lesser ones they cry for more,
O punish me, my worthless self! For then
It all is working as designed, for sure.
Dear sirs, I hope it pleases you that those
Who see your plan are paralyzed by fear.
The stupid and the fearful—we all froze.
Now harvest money's trees with combat gear.
For if it's not for pleasure, tell me what?
Perhaps greed has a purpose I've not thought.