Isostasy Poem by Stefan Splawinski

puzzled by the state of the world
begin gazing into your crystal ball
should the future always be foretold
you won't like what you see at all

the few were becoming ever richer
desperate masses filled with rage
many more humans and no more land
this the greatest riddle of the age

then came the point in modern time
when laws of gravity came into play
the poor of the earth moved en mass
to those lush parts which could pay

to people living in comfortable style
existed no shortage of available food
providing help of every possible kind
component part of global brotherhood

encompassing the citadels of well being
spread an expanse of the much deprived
urging calls for global redistribution
undermining that for which we strived

values by numbers became transcended
western civilisation's death knell
embracing world wide social justice
made pandemonium the capital of hell