Disconnected, wandering about
Disassociated, looking for a foothold.
Feeling uncertain, separated, but
Not estranged.
Sitting in time watching nothing
Turn into a madness of meaning
$800 Billion in Health Care profits
A circus of self important oblivion
Surgical wealth from sickness.
And that’s ok
Worth fighting for
Worth whatever it takes
To corrupt the mind and heart.
It’s even worth conscripting army killers
Defending wealthy for healthy.
What’s the cure for This sickness?
Money? Disease? And Poverty?
Broken hearts transplanted in greed.
How about sugar infested sweet rolls
To sustain diabetic obesity?
Eat yourself to death with a charged card
What is the spending limit here?
How do you stop the pathological psyche
Of wealth’s psychosis?
What about a diet of enough?
We aren’t so clear about greed’s meaning
When we witness the tales of poverty’s children
With need unseen in their appetites denial
They can only afford to breed more burdens
For us to ignore
Then to save the untethered wealth
By withholding it from them
They, unable to provide
With your low wages
And survive
Labor’s cost-cutting into margin’s width
Wealth can’t afford poor humans
Health care is a business
Not a charity
Human rights are not free
It’s Life, Liberty and Affordability
In the name of what wealth won’t share
Or was that afford?
Or was that only a condition of likelihood?
Or was that for them to pay for an education
So you can use their skills for more profit?
“We” take what we can from “We” the people.
“We” are Entitled to life, liberty and well being
Because “we” can afford it
Unless we look deeper
Now employee, find a place for working
In a company exploiting for profit’s basic needs
Think of it as a career!
What a deceptive magic show of meaning
Twisted In life’s common sense
What’s your price?
Turn the screws of distortion
How can we afford to pay
For your corruption?
What is the cost of service for profit?
The corruption of rational alignment with reality?
Winners and loser?
Where do losers go when they are ill?
Wealth in denial
Me without you
Isn’t there an ecology in providing for all?
Or, are we sailing in a ship of luxury
With a treasure in the hold
filled with neglect and gold
There is a dull feeling of an impending story
Of chaotic seas stirring in the horizon
Coming to carry us away
Beyond the limits of exploitation’s greed
In an impending storm
Where no one remains
To list survivors
Benefit is lost to profit
What else could be in the wealthy ships cargo?
Something that can save us from our destiny?
Is there a Life preserver?