She sits at the helm of civilization,
Guiding us in to the storm named demise,
Singing her sweet song to the ear of leaders,
Leading leaders to lead the lead (led) to the storm called demise.
She sings to them, take what you want because through me it’s yours,
Seducing them with her charms, promises, lies based on shaky premises,
She makes her stories of promise so sweet they change their truths to meet,
They dine and eat from their esteemed senate seats while we look on with brand new teeth, THAT, is when we listen to her call and culture is brought in to the storm of demise.
We look at the leaders drunk on her wine and full with her food, while we remain without, and they shout “democracy!” but all it is, is debauchery , but we don’t see her she hides behind their lies, waiting in disguise, the orchestrator of famine
The mother of war
The poison of the poor
The love of the miser
Enemy of the wise,
Greed, mother of human demise.
