I don’t like your company sir -
We sit atop this shifting landscape,
Leaning to the greater good,
A good predetermined
And disposing of our moral nature.
As the land around us
Is enveloped by the sea,
You recite your formulae.
I don’t like your company,
By all accounts it is a microcosm
For evil, scaled down but
Not enough to tap you on the shoulder.
I don’t want your pension plan -
Don’t place me under arrest!
There are things I wish to see
Before I yield to your supply chains.
I can’t understand your logic sir,
Let us eat up the ground
Faster than we can fill the coffers,
Let us feel the shuttered concrete,
Are we forever to plug holes in the dam?
As it holds back the torrent
Built behind mass consent.
Are we to die with this disparity?
Are we to dispose of this cycle
Into the hands of our children?
Enlisting bright-eyed babes to stem the flow,
As they are one-by-one inducted into
The only existence they will know.
How do we cure infection
If both hands are occupied?
We cannot cut the cloth cleanly.
A substitute for self reflection;
We aggregate our meaning in other vessels,
A substitute for self improvement;
We bay for blood and vicarious retribution -
There is only so much we may achieve
With both hands occupied.
The effervescent whine of the TV
Will take our own lives from the critical path.
Can’t you see the cause?
A complacency, so inert,
As to pass below your unwitting nose,
Without so much scent of refuse.
You force me to belie my best intentions,
Loading every action with the impurity
Of self and ego -
All for the great crime of man.