World Marketing

Listening
      The world slips to a deafening silence

Our leaders
      Safe in their chromatic attics
Have bled the fiscal rabbit
These selected elite
            Drink luck from its feet
The market demands war

Their lusting needy
            Arms dealing fellows
To satisfy these few
            Will kill us all

We insolent, massed down trodden whores
Are to be swept to the gutter
Violence And death used like detergent

The restructuring regenerators
Will recover the FTSE, Dow, Wall street blips

The end is written scrolling on a flat screen

On the wall


      Gary Knapton

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