WHOSE BLOOD
Whose blood is on your money, man? Do you even know?
Does it make a difference if your fortune grows?
I saw it oozing from your wallet and dripping across the floor
With all that blood soaked money, man, how could you still want more?
It's the blood of our soldiers and of our "enemies,"
Of people you have never met, whose suffering you don't see
It is the blood of workers where there's danger and neglect
Whose safety might get in the way of profits you protect
Whose dreams are on your money, man, crushed beyond belief?
Simple dreams of hearth and home, stolen by a thief
From Wall Street to Congress, to jobs sent overseas
Dreams of honest people cut down by corporate greed
There are those who earn wealth honestly through hard work and innovation
But the richest few grab for it all in blatant exploitation
Of the earth and of all living things, without regard to life
Calling Greed Democracy, and causing untold strife
Whose blood is on your money, man? Do you even know?
Does it make a difference if your fortune grows?
I saw it oozing from your wallet and dripping across the floor
With all that blood soaked money, man, how could you still want more?
Marilyn O'Malley © 2011