Capitalist Tyranny

The blood of humanity
Paints red the hands of politics;
The dying breath of freedom
Gasps for peace
In a world choked by the poison
Of cancerous society.
Tumours spread by industry
Metastasise on foreign shores
And settle in the ocean's depths.
Capitalism breeds its own greed
In the form of economic gain.
Money breeds power;
It is the centre of the universe,
The centre of life;
It is the lifeblood
But the deathbed of humanity,
Feeding fuel to the fire of greed.
Heaven and hell are paid for
In dollar bills,
Bound together by the ecstasy
Of narcotic dreams.
Escapism has formulated an industry
Unto itself,
Led by the same beaurocratic parasites
Who condemn the sinful junkie.
Wealth overflows in opulence
As people starve, people die.
The corpulent man is irritated
As the poor grapple for scraps;
Irritated by the poverty
Which degenerates his million dollar view.
His BMW reflects their tired faces
As he drives away from haunted eyes.
Not his problem.
No-one's problem.
Conscience is eased by the theory
Of natural selection;
Responsibility is placed
On someone else's doorstep;
Neglect is someone else's fault.