Coffers & Coffins

From the beginning

we have been blind men

leading the blind

hellbent on finding happiness

in an hourly wage

on land we stole from sages

as we wrote pages about our greatness

saying we are the candle burning in the dark

we are the city shining upon a hill

we shall conquer the earth

and call it god’s will

as the peasants fill

both coffers and coffins

and the emperor takes a sip of blood

from the chalice

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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