Shit rant poems

Word soup from my braincell (singular)

Will the disillusioned fairies
Ever see the problems

And feel the heavy moods that hang with thick uncut tension

The ones which lay heavy upon man

No

Probably not

But it is no reason to bury our heads in the sand

Even if they already have control

In their capitalist greed and haze of power

Destroying all natural resources
Including our hearts

And the trust and relationships

We all have

As they seek to devour the interconnection that we have brung

To the shark infested boardroom table