Kingdom

What segregation
Can they enforce through media made minds?
While sweat shops slaughter
and maintain the nets
the “self empowered”
stopping the migrant commodity
from stirring up revolutions;
committing suicide

What words enrage the privileged
What keeps the coffee from the hot plate?
While women are charred
Prosecuted for the witchcraft
Of independent, third degree, thought.

Pity the child that can’t afford the pocket computers
While children in Africa
March barefoot miles
To survive off of thimbles
Of fetid water

help ourselves before we help others
Take it from the creator
We’ve been on our own for centuries
While he’s working on the down payment
For his corvette in the clouds

Why help those birthed in dysentery
From first world waste
When you can empower
The Gods of men

For the top 1% will never be “rich”
And the bottom 99%
Can never starve enough
When we’re eating our children to survive
We must remember
to save the best cuts of meat
For them

I’ll work myself to death
A corpse mashing the keyboard

And my Kingdom
Of Carbon Dioxide
The walls of
The victims of poverty
Will only
Grow.

The End after the end after it’s finished.

When the bombs have been locked away
And the sky is Salvador Dali
And we’re catching a breath of fresh air
From the air pockets
In the ashtray.

Soon it will be Disney’s portrayal
Of storming the beaches of Normandy
For the grade school wants blood
And the soldiers on the front line
Fear public education

They got used to smuggling drugs across the border
Before they packed the children with military
Grade machine guns
And eating utensil plastic explosives

Scattered remains of the land of the free
Doused in gasoline
Makes an explosive
That will kill
Like whimpering disease

Pot holed war zone
And the nature preserves
Have turned to plastic potted ferns
In overcrowded shopping centers

Someday

Someday parents will walk their children to the bus stop in hazmatt suits and borrowed oxygen tanks. It will no longer be a human right to existence. We’ll never know what privilege we have until we run it into the ground. We’ll never know how important the weeds are in the garden until the land is barren and we’re struggling for our next breath. Welcome folks we’ve reached the beginning of the end.