Standing in buildings of self importance
clapping to the wail of screaming banshees
the elite that are so wanting attention
jabber in their madness very loudly

A jester with a blade in his back
tells them dinner is served
then falls twitching to the ground
to be the main course and the sweet

How wonderful they muse, is poverty
starving children with swollen bellies
look what I've giving, look what I've got
yet I am truly soulless and that's my lot

They throw a little to relieve the guilt
in ivory castles they have built
some go to church and pretend to pray
whispering money is power and power is say

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris