Tyranny Of The Few Poem by Nicholas Abaddon

Beautiful mind numbing images dance before my eyes
I stand watching this display rubbing my tired eyes.
Five old men stand and bicker in a circular room,
Untouchable behind their crumpled charter.

As they talk, each in a different tongue, long boxes are carried out
More tools for the poor to commence their own rout,
When the doors open i can hear the screams of children
Carried out by the winds but lost in the sounds of Post Industrial society.

Mind numbing images dance before my eyes,
Showing juicy burgers and great deals
But nothing for those with only one meal,
to live their lives fishing through the trash.

Five men stand in this circular room,
deciding how to prove their power
while causing wars they can't sweep away with their brooms.
Thousands die every hour
While five men sell them the tools to commit their worst atrocities.