This poem is a reflection on the rich ruling and fooling the masses, while Christians routinely buy into the American nightmare of consumption as success, happiness and security. Mean wile, we are crucifying Mother Earth and abandoning our siblings of God to wolves.
Collusion Assurance
The moneyed
Assure their plot
In the anals of history
As long ass they reign
Their fans hitting
With wide I pupils
And idol acolytes
As collude and delude
With the elect fewed
The well heeled
The will of deep pockets
Crucify
In whatever
Manor
Suits
The daze
Awe the wile
Christians where
There crucifixes
Around their necks
Like millstones
Stumbling into the buy and buy
As altar natives wrestless
Better off
Flung
Into the see
Then reckon the whirled
