The damage done

The damage done

Our woes created by the he-men of death
Puffed up chest, hubric breath,
always a fray, the  sport of the day
Always compete… cooperate? Pfffft they say

Worry not, for they promise to lead us down a glorious path
But we are but targets of their greedy wrath.
Their desire driven by narcissism is prismatic
Their insolent drive is violent and automatic
Scattering any gathering tempest into but raindrops
Any thought contrary to instinct has built in stops

Crushing competitors without a tear dropped
The factory town is now one big flop
The master of the universe, his head held high
Glorifies his actions and believes his own lie.
For surely progress must never be halted
he cannot see the pain, he is sure he is lauded.

Crushing and destroying it is in the rules they say
 they were written by them to be their tools, hooray
The disdain for fairness, empathy and cooperation
Brings the everyman to debt and desperation.

Hubris and narcissism is the nature of these alpha males
We accept their unorthodox ways, in their wake nothing but travails
The precariats are crucified by them on scrooge’s cross with  golden nails
And those who tacitly ride the alpha gravy train to a profligate life
Shall be condemned for their acquiescence to greed, despicably rife