Avarice Poem by Lindsay Jacobson

A tear slips down a dusty jewel
A fear rips sound through crusty rule
A species dies, an orphan cries,
and we go about our busy lives
They concur, kill, then roto-till
A paranoia landfill
Golden kingdom laden dreams
Greasy oil drum laced screams
A terrorist diversion for his immoral incursion
The efficacy of fire caused his front to expire
Conspicuous consumption of wealth
endangers our collective state of health
Who cares for loyalty when you study from mendacious archives?
Who needs collateral when you barter with human lives?
Yet I sit here in static
feeling all dramatic
Not wanting to be a part
Not knowing where to start
But at least the will is strong in my heart