Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2013
Higher;
higher still
touching the sky,
on towers of finite currency.
How long does it last,
what is it worth
to be a member
of the bourgeoisie.

Head above water,
just getting by
ascribed or achieved wealth,
still living a lie.

Wealth above others
a sacrificial chamber
not what it's portrayed to be
but filled with lust,
loss and danger.

Faces of dignitary,
Laugh as they're spent.
While you invest in the world
and compare what you rent.
Aiden Williams
Written by
Aiden Williams  Bristol
(Bristol)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems