Friday, April 17, 2009

Poetry Friday: The Cost of Globalization

My love left me this morning,
He past o’er the isle of green.
My love is o’er the Channel,
He’ll stop to lunch with the Queen.

He’ll board the next flight eastward,
Suspend half-day ‘fore he’ll rest.
And when his weary eyes open,
He’ll bid farewell to the West.

Into the land of tall buildings,
Where yoga is all but banned,
And manufacturers flourish
Hand over invisible hand.

Seeking production that’s good,
Cheap labor virtue, but not free.
The Good of globalization,
Discounts costs to my love and me.

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