That's Capitalism

The ante's gotten higher, but the game,
Alas, remains the same. Where, once,
Suited superiors insisted that you
Sacrifice your health, breathe dirty air,
Go deaf, lose limbs and so forth,
Now, they're saying, “Give your life
To make us rich. Come back to work.
Get sick and die, or take the virus
To from the floor to strike your parents
And your kids. You've always known
You didn't matter. Money does, so leave
Your homes and make some for us
As we shelter safely in our own.”




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-15 at 13:57

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Lady Courtaire
Found myself nodding along to this one. Scathing and true. I also dig the internal rhymes in the first and final two lines.
2020-09-16