Globalization's Demented Domination

lead me to a world without all this... killing

Secret agent cabals fester with dispassionate malice,

devising sinister plots to behead elected officials

and advance conquest's master plan: globalization's

demented domination. Freaking button-down, Johnny

Appleseed wannabes strew iMacs across every rain forest,

converting indigenous farmers into multinational

corporate serfs, while concrete pours and asphalt

paves over forests, forever staining green with gray.

Beady-eyed Clinton clowns left over from coups

of Latin America past gleam with eyes sparkling

and hands rubbing together like the forearms of flies

pondering their pounce on the next pile of shit

that smells like money. Meanwhile, the land of once

golden streets, merely a glittery mirage, dilapidates

into ghetto streets where drive-by shooters fail

to grasp that the gang from the turf next door

ain't their enemy, it's the circus freaks running

things in State Capitols and Washington, D.C.

who pit brother against brother, dividing

to make conquest all the easier: the same old

Conquistador strategy, selling notions of fountains

of youth to the masses while the wealthy stake

claims to the imagined El Dorado under the next

oil well or in the patent office mines once proud

people slave in and still can't make ends meet.

The virulent strains of contagious opulence

already swim in the veins of elitist pigs who snort

in filthy sties spreading a corpulent pestilence

of narcissism and desire. Who among you will pick

and share flowers from a new garden, fertilized

by the rotting remains of withered capitalism?