lesser of two

the landscape of freedom brightens

transmuted forms of light and sound

darkness lifts its unsightly shroud

the bastille is now in open air

eating the meek

just to increase profit shares

~

abrupt change makes little noise

drowned out by greed and pride

most are unjustly left behind

to sift through trickled scraps

while the elite

plan their bourgeoisie attacks

~

now they glare off toward the left

blame cast for weak performance

they tell us to act in accordance

with sordid policies to their right

now they shriek

demands for equality be retyped

~

a torrent rush through the crowds

splattered on the walls and walks

continued ticking of the clock

raining metal shards and fire

the imperial march

of the almighty dollar