To the 1%ers

Wars once fought for freedom are now for profits gain;

there’s money to be made out there, if you can take the pain.

We kill and rape and plunder just for some bottom line;

destroying cultures in our wake is surely just a sign

that our world is tired and has lost its will to live

as we commit the crimes that no Mother could forgive.

Yet still we stand upon her, our sacred Mother’s soil

and reap our filthy lucre from someone else’s toil.

We war against the nations, we war against the land;

and wonder why Gaia’s heart is turned to drifting sand.

A pestilence upon the land is what we have become;

an insult to our species is humanities true sum.

A people with the promise to solve this world of woe

and all we ever think of is how does the money flow.

Really, if you look at it, it’s all a load of shit;

the money filters to the top – except a tiny bit.

They feed us with their table scraps and we bow to their whim;

while the planet dies around us and futures look quite grim.

Mayhaps it’s time we made a stand and said “Enough’s enough

we just don’t want your bullshit or your crap consumer stuff.”

We want an earth to live on and community as well;

so all you 1%ers can piss off and go to hell!

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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