Lois Bachmann 

Indialantic, Florida, USA 

 
 
 

June 6, 1923, Chicago, IL; Henry and Hilder Kopplow, Dr. Al Bachmann, October 19, 1946: Miami Edison Sr. High, University of Maryland, Harvard University; Homemaker; Poet Laureate; (memb) Space Coast Writers Guild, Inc., Melbourne, FL; Biographical Listing, "Who's Who of American Women";  Valedictorian, Miami Edison Sr. High; President, Society of Harvard Dames, Harvard University, Women's Golf Champion, Women's Golf Association, Country Club of Coral Gables, FL, Winner, Pro-Am Haig and Haig Golf, Harder Hall, Sebring, FL.; Looking Over The Hill, Directory, Dedication Miami Edison Sr. High, National Register of Historic Places, "Centennial Sentiments," Melbourne (1988) Centennial Historic book, Melbourne, FL, "Gazebo Dreams," Anthology, National Library of Poetry, "The Bottom Line", International Poetry Hall of Fame; Political renewal, better ethics in business, and the cultivation of virtue with man and nature in harmony.

 

The Bottom Line

The "Bottom Line" just makes me sick 
The CEO's do too 
Their ethics are replaced by greed 
What are we all to do 
Their companies pollute our air 
We cough to catch our breath 
While profits puff out poison smoke 
The air we breathe means death 
Our streams are filled with toxic waste 
While cash flows through their veins 
The fish all die - the wild life too 
But business profit gains 
A profit surely must be made 
That's private enterprise 
But save the planet - just take less 
A worthy compromise 
Take a margin of the profits 
Invest to educate 
For knowledge just might save the day 
If we give greed the gate 
Let's talk about the children here 
And how they're entertained 
They're plied with sex and violence 
So what - the cash flow gained 
We know about the finer things 
Why not give those a try 
Think about fine art and such 
And set their sights on high 
Both the doctors and the lawyers 
Can't really be exempt 
We trust them as they rip us off 
They're sickly in contempt 
Dismantle our democracy 
Demoralize our folk 
This seems to be the means to end 
How are we all to cope 
Dare we hope in our sweet life 
The laws could be so strong 
And justice in our system meant 
That drugs and guns are wrong 
We've got to try to save the earth 
And yes - preserve the sun 
It's not too late to make amends 
With God's - "Thy Will Be Done" 
The wake up call is here for us 
It's time to tow the line 
The life we save might be our own 
Rethink the "Bottom Line"
All poems Copyright © 1997 Lois Bachmann. All rights reserved.