Controlling Interest

Got this e-mail yesterday
About First Nations' B. C. way
Banks and interest was the theme,
How it is, and how it's been –

“Whites put money in the bank
Loan with interest, not much thanks;
Us folks give (with social strings)
Resource help, which thank-you brings.”

It's a culture (giver-based);
Social strings are interlaced;
They 're no better than the rest;
Break the rules – now there's the test –

“Now you own me” is implied;
Like the “beef ring” – meat and hide
Split by settlers, kept meat fresh;
“Now it's my turn to share with rest”.

Many favours worked this way,
Was no cash, so folks could pay;
Monasteries had such rules,
Those who think not – there's the fools.

“Tit for tat”; “First me, then you”;
“Give and given”; “Social pool”;
“Owe you one”; “Free riders?” No!
“All chip in – as families go.”

Both have those who like control;
Interest reigns – all people know
God provides resource for all,
How it's split – now that's our call.

Thirty days no food, that's fine;
Ten for water is the line;
Minutes two for hope they say;
We're awash in goods these days.

It's distorted (big our guns);
We've the goods (which is more fun);
Five percent (we're on the top)
Ninety-five have less than ought.

Corporations are a pool –
Cash for shares – restrictive rules;
Lets us build our Wal-Mart stores –
Not subsistence anymore.

Since the day when mom gave birth,
Twice the people live on Earth;
Many more the mouths to feed;
Problems complex answers need.

Global village – great their needs;
Acres flooded – no one seeds;
If in days of Pioneer,
Massive local hardships here.

Crop insurance is a pool,
Once again there's complex rules;
Seems the drive to get for free
Hovers there for you and me.

Floods and blizzards, lots jump in –
Sandbags, pushing cars is seen;
Taxes cover social costs,
When that fails, all's still not lost.

Razor wire around each home;
Bars keep out the crooks who roam;
Taxes low – no safety net –
Poor must eat – are desperate.

When a kid, who locked their doors?
Soon it's razor wire and more;
Costa Rica’s there it seems –
Twenty years is all it's been.

Life is complex, big or small;
Human sin confronts us all;
Call is always, “Rise above –
Social caring, private love.

There's a place for local aid,
Helping out when life's waylaid;
All in all, life's not too bad,
Works quite well, though parts are sad.

E-mail? That's romantic drool,
Preaches well – it's partly true;
Do your best to fix what's broke,
Interest's there now you've awoke.

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