Poems
Bunkers for capitalists
In gilded chambers, safe from strife,
The wealthy few, secure their life,
With luxuries to ease their fear,
While masses face the end so near.
Apocalyptic fear formed consumerism.
Kings under a moutain of selfisish elitism.
A dragon’s hoard buys a chance,
To live, daydreaming of their time in France.
Tuesday April 23, 2024