Capital Gain

Infatuated with ourselves
We bath in crops of greed
Sown through our hubris, 
Ignoring the whelps of need.
A scourged culture, made
To feast on each other obsessively
Picking flesh from bones.
Reaching the point where
We ruin the welfare
Of a neighbor, in order
To maximize the profits of
The most thriving monopoly.
Claiming any Rational would
Do the same; the only logic
Is personal gain? The asylum
Coup d'état, staffed by insane.
Struggle will proceed so long as we
Allow capital to dictate whose free.


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