Which way to go? the streets full of briar
The world dripping in muck and mire,
We ride the winds. navigate the treadmills
Racing ahead against the drowning waves.
In search of survival, keep on resisting
Rising and falling, shrieking and calling,
As the 1% keep on exploiting the poor
In sadistical game of unwinding power.
Devoid of empathy or kindness
In soundless abundant darkness,
With self centred purpose
Plundering and stealing plenty.
Syphoning money from corruption
Without fear of retribution,
Daily they gluttony feast and feed
In the name of avarice and greed.
Like their masters in government
Releasing no amorous intent,
Expecting us to submit to poverty
While they swallow all the honey.
With grubby hands accrue
Making the air turn sour,
Smugly carry on grinning
Finding new depths to gouge.
Bloated and wretched, milk the land
Crawling in deceit, shameless breath,
Ugly toxicity of grandiose matter
Do not care who they displeasure..
Duplictiousness in nature
Indifferent towards morality,
No redeeming features at all
Time to put their backs against a wall.
