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.