Look at the times
Few have many
Many have nothing
Our leaders feckless
Directing their sabers
At those at the bottom
Instead of at those
That deserve it.
In their greed
The rich will kill us all.
Destroying our only home
To fill their coffers
With every last cent
When everything is dead
Who will be counted
Among the winners?
With great ignorance
The rich will kill us all.
We are like cattle
Consuming
Milling around
Nothing done about those at the top
Who lead us to our slaughter
With great glee
The rich will kill us all.
(Unless we kill them first.)
Studio CreatiV: The Writings and poetry of Dustin Plank 