Glassy Lights of Capitalism

 

In a chandelier of empty-clear coke containers

It came to me, transluscence is key

These mornings so full with angular ice

The strange drunken thirst, for sovereign equality

 

Of socialism, democracy could not be it

Capitalism, with so many hidden wounds

The faulted lions, the fall from heroic heights

So much revolution suppressed

 

That I would not be surprised

If the police in the streets

Were not the symbol of international corruption

The mimicked ever-hooded evil

 

Of the State abusing its people

That justice can be bought with Gold

It hits us squarely, in every Era

The elite plunder the pockets of women

 

Giving way to female infanticide

Asking for the legalization of euthanasia

Telling us which vaccine we need for our infection

Some things never change, scarily not.