Poems for the New Plantation


                                                              The Grand Design


                                                             What are our rulers up to?

                                                             What is their ultimate goal,

                                                             That they'd freely get rid of our melting pot

                                                             And give us a salad bowl?


                                                             They don't want us strong and united,

                                                             The land of the brave and the free;

                                                             They want us in thrall to our global masters,

                                                             A polyglot peasantry.



                                                                Mexico North


                                                             Here is the plan linguistic:

                                                             A modern-day Tower of Babel.

                                                             It goes with the plan economic:

                                                      Elite using downtrodden rabble.



            Bargaining Power


                                                          How great must our efficiency be

                                                          Before we can ever begin to see

                                                          The fruit of this high productivity?


                                                          It seems that upon the latest inspection,

                                                          (Please help me here if you have a correction)

                                                          We're headed in exactly the wrong direction.


                                                          They promised us growing prosperity,

                                                          Instead we get income disparity

                                                          When labor's a global commodity.


                                                          The outcome is natural according to some,

                                                          The problem, they say, is our workers are dumb.

                                                          One can't help hoping their time will come.


                                                          It's clear to us now we've been deceived,

                                                          We made a mistake when we believed

                                                          The "expert" advice that we received.


                                                          The doctrine of totally unfettered trade

                                                          Is just an ivory tower charade

                                                          To have us compete with the underpaid.


                                                          So well-trained workers in the West

                                                          Can do their very level best

                                                          And wage rates still will be depressed.


                                                          Some still make out, you wonder why

                                                          Their recompense remains so high:

                                                          See how they limit their supply.


                                                          Those who really know the score

                                                          Will tell you that often less is more,

                                                          What counts is what you can sell it for.


                                                          David Martin




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