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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem