Near to Midnight

The darkness is a virus

Man made deliberate

By our trust

We all left an open gate

And wandered into to dust

We have allowed

A small crowd

To Steal all that is worth

From The people

Who looked the either way

Trying to get past each day

We think we are safe

Because we have rules and democracy

Oh how we fell for the poison

That’s slowly killing our lives

Thanks to the Oligarchs and their trusts

As workers disappeared in the dust

And hats off to corrupt politicians

Who all looked the other way

But fear not for us left behind

Evil will not grow a stem

Because there is far more of us

Than them.

Smokejack.