Notwithstanding the obvious and comforting
Exceptions (exceptions die hard, don't they?)
The tycoons of luxury are not so different from
Those operating in any other market segment.
In the globalized economy, where the smart ones learn
Quickly how to circumvent the rules (if any) , that products
Are weapons or food, health or human flesh, matters little:
The selfish pursuit of profit substantially always wins.
All of them live in the enchanted but fake world of
Finance -a world where profits often come through the
Suffering/ needs/ weaknesses of other living beings and
No question is raised about those who are forced to sell
Their labor (or even themselves) just to survive.
What matters is the growth of wealth of a tiny
Minority. Everything else is an annoying surplus of
Little -if any- relevance.
Therefore goose feathers -torn off of the living flesh-
Fill luxury duvets, packaged at little money where
It's more convenient; then resold at thousands
US dollars/ Euros/ British pounds/ Swiss francs.
It is through it, also, that numbered accounts at offshore
Havens multiply. After all, are not these ones
Worth much more than any other supposed
Paradise?
Very interesting read. A question which I am sure the world will respond to positively.
Wow! You are an amazingly brilliant man, Fabrizio. You are able to put things into perspective so succinctly and truthfully, I love your poetry! ! You tell it like it is, and with such eloquence! ! Your imagery is superb, rhythm flows throughout your poem. Thank you for sharing, I thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem. RoseAnn
thank you heartily, dear RoseAnn.. I'm glad to know that you appreciate my poem. As a simple person who loves poetry, I'm so pleased to read such a beautiful comment! A friendly hug from Italy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem about greed, aptly points out how the wealthiest 1% get richer at the cost/expense of the bottom percentages. There is a widening divide in our world economy where the super rich get richer and the poor remain poor if not poorer than before. The intersection of these two groups occurs often in manufacturing, where they are working for a pittance to make money for the rich. You write: /'No question is raised about those who are forced to sell/ Their labor (or even themselves) just to survive./' But this poem and the Oxfam report does just that...it raises these questions and forces all of us to contemplate the state of the human race and our place in it. Does the Devil Really Wear Prada? He could. He might.
''..this poem and the Oxfam report does just that...it raises these questions and forces all of us to contemplate the state of the human race and our place in it.'' thank you, dear Pam. This is exactly what I wanted to get..