A Small Poem for Georgism

The green and gold is my strength and mold Without its inspiration my thoughts would lie cold Fervent is my love for a grand Georgist justice To ameliorate the suffering caused by extreme avarice For the resources we need, which are non-reproducible Should be taxed to the fullest, their value returned to the people While the wealth that is earned for honest produce Should bear no burden or have its reward reduced Long and mighty shall the Georgist movement live For it has a better life, a dream to give And to all my fellow Georgists who, with their knowledge, must fight Never let your sight off the green and gold light There will come a time for us to set many wrongs right Till that time comes, do not go quietly into the night