Metaphorical Voodoo Dolls Poem by DM W

O I don't need to create voodoo dolls
Because I now have art and poetry
With which to vent my rage. I will not stall
But continue to puncture the world's dreams
Of itself: as expressed via all fake
Politicians and vain celebrities.
O too many people are on the make.
Money's their God as far as I can see.
Modern life is organised by a clique
Of small, yet powerful, wealthy elites.
About the public 'good', they claim to speak.
I will attempt to break mirrors of deceit.