Is It True That The Devil Wears Prada? - Poem by Fabrizio Frosini
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
Poet's Notes about The Poem
This is the English adaptation from my Italian text 'E' davvero il diavolo che veste Prada? '
Footnote: 'Just 85 billionaires have as much wealth as the poorest half of our planet - wealth they too often use to buy politicians and capture our democracies to keep the whole system going in their favour'
[from an 'Avaaz' statement]
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