poems of dust: poem 153

Again another soon not to breath, for covid 19 just brought you to your knees

and all your lungs can do now, is just bleed, no longer can even scream

or say of the pain which is, how all your days, doomed to truly reign

While the rich sit back and laugh, as they force the poor to work the floor

just to compete in their cruel games, as if all is just as same

Once you stood tall, now you all fall, as the virus allowed, claim its domain

Upon that floor the corpse all spill, never again to move in free will

Now the sight of you, laying so still, makes the rich feel so very very ill

So! they sweep you from there gilded view, besides numbers betray the lie

When asked of there insane ways, all the rich just turned and say

We helped in every way, for it's we who privatised all that is civilized

besides, how else do you expect us to pay, for this champagne and cocaine?

Another shipments of masks bought through this sick get rich scheme

All classed useless in every way, a nurse give her last gasp, still the capitalist laugh

and declare, what a pay day, for we still get paid, no matter how we just betray!

How can it be this way? i hear you say, that the insane are making all the hay

well it's not greed which drives there need, but when you bleed is when they succeed

This is how, they seed, control over your soul & your heirs forever to feel this despair

poems of dust