One
Percent Reigning Fire from Above
Concentrated
wealth and power high, above
crowds
on the street oblivious, too
staccato
music gun sights of late night
drawn
on a mile wide target, for bear
Bullets
rain fire, drops of hell
slapping
bodies on a Sabbath, with sharp
tax
cuts for a 1% ,raising legions of demons
upward
reaching for gamblers, lost
Country
people doped down, adds
casualties
to the party-dream, sounds
of
pathos, like hydrogen fusion explosions
in
miniature lives that matter too
Power
corrupts and absolute tax cuts
concentrate
wealth and power absolutely
disarming
stockyards
where
the crowd played
Un
till, first responders arrived
twasn't
pobvious lempr slobaganda
that
could be shunt down for a buck
with
a thong.
