Eating Equators

Palms of power probe the planet in plotted precision,
their scalpel of wealth slicing slivers out of the earth,
carefully carving their own demographic pie,
across the world the make poverty’s pawns their chattel,
unconcerned the landscaped despoiled to play their game.

Wars used as chess matches to control the squares of soil
while they barter over ground to suck it of resources,
valor is the victim as warriors are slain at their command,
battlefields the wasteland of their avarice
as they hold the planet as a ball to treat as a private toy
never worried the parts they break to win the game.

Circumvented consequences buried in the bowels of industry,
venomous vapors from the cadavers of greed consume the air
until it silently chokes those who already suffer,
but the winds of sermonized speeches
skillfully preserve the illusion of humanitarian rhetoric
even when the crowds listening hack from the tainted air.

Palaces built on bones of sacrifice lambs
are mausoleums of consciences
where geography is globe lined of with words
written to define this land is mine!

Those scrawls of ravenous hunger to devour
don’t care they cross over lives or their possessions
because in the view of the kingpins of control
whatever exists always has the label of ownership
merely content to lease a small plot to the multitude
while they prepare their strategies
for abusing resources to fuel their maniacal musings.