Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
Wandering Lost Souls Homeless Outcasts - Poem by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
used up wandering lost souls
are cast forth onto homeless
streets into desolate wasteland
is the whip driving outcasts
into discarded cold streets
of destitute depression
the great unwashed
wall street is many leagues
from debris of her greed
wealth is elite
from their riff raft
sweat shop workers
wealth is life lived
upon bent clock in backs
of industrial immorality
are lap luxury good!
check out millions
in fat gross salary paid
to hunger CO of chain
gang fast food companies!
empires are built
upon history scorched
face of invaded countries
continents peoples enslaved
despot rulers sit upon glory throne embodiment
of a world crippled legacy their destructive waste...
wars seizing lusted for territories time exhuming last
pound of flesh last drop of blood from victim conquered...
masses leaving soulless embalmed husks to fall as roadside dust!
television news reels time out
do not air latest cruelties in factories
residue third world discarded humanity
prey corporate campaigns
are wage slave maximum profit
management of metaphorical lacerated
bleeding backs testify to systematized
bean counter cruel extraction techniques
global worship of illicit accumulated proceeds
of sickness greed selfishness
Topic(s) of this poem: Greed
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Written in July 2014 on the 30.7.2014.
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