Cartel

A Poem by Ferras K

they sit
around round tables
a cartel of opinions
flattery oozing out
from their scheming thoughts
born of deception
cleverly,
currying favours

hear
the scurry of their feet
their stance, always shuffling
like shifting, turning sand
and they stand
always close to those
high and mighty
but blind

the future, to them,
always near
their eyes, living visions
of riches captured
and gates that swing open
on golden hinges
to El Dorado, never found

don’t fall prey
to their charms
and wealthy promises
made in abandon
they suck what you have
their riches fed
from your fattest calves
parasites!!
baiting
feeding