Take a look,
the soles of feet
are cracked and burned,
while yours, so neat
as you watch it play
out, hate, deceit.
But even clearer
your complete denial
that you are Monster
in need of trial.
We cry, we scream
and some revile,
while you, white tower
sit there and smile.
You’ve made this world.
It’s sick. Diseased.
And yet you cheer
your capital greed.
You steal the souls,
you speak and lie,
but yet your words
paint blood in sky.
Break all you want
and see it burn
or turn your cheek
and end your term.