It is only to ask why we give up?
it serves no purpose
to create a masterpiece; for it
is so soon lost in howls
laughter, and mockery instead
so why would any then put
in motion the world for a wonder
of motions unlike any other,
only to be defamed by the people
it was to make divine
sparks from ?
The blame is laid where it does not belong ;
for it is with the entrepeneurs
whom built outside the regulations of it
for profits are short in sights,
beneath the rubble is the responsibility
as it was built on the tricky side
and risk was handed over to the buyers
whom didn't know any better.
Listen,
There is an old proverb of two wolves ;
but to feed either, a pack
then appears, howling for more, more.
Feed thy own spirit instead !
For as in an older story of three monks
which only ever laughed
for they all made bets and wages
before they came to town :
Laugh not with them for as a wolf
it howls into you too !
You don't know what they've done
before they're gone ;
but in that is a grave lesson too :
It is but a sad song for as an earthquake
does it tremble through
the government to blame, for they fear
to be found out ; there it is
even if the entire system was replaced
it would not change a dime
for they follow not the laws of the land
but to line their pockets.
And we see not the hands which
moves the pieces,
for it is but a circus show for
scraps and leftovers
for they but play for the interests ;
not of lands or wealth ,
but handing out bribes and bones
to their entourage
until the treasury is looted,
then crickets.
As an aristocracy playing for a game
of who would be king,
but are without a country to rule :
There's no lineage,
or any responsibility for longer
than the elections,
for rather a bird in the hand
than a garden later on,
but without a tree and its seeds
the bird dies !
But so temporary is it - soon it's spent
and they return in force
to repeat, repeat the same swindle
bending of laws in favour
of their own ilk - then run off and hide
when it collapse into ruins.
It is said justice is blind, open eyes then
and tell what is seen !
Doeth trees regrow? Less, and less
for the contaminaton
of soul and spirit is the wormy soil
from which it first grew
until only desert wolves prowl
the barren landscape
where once lush forests was,
they find not water
nor food or shade, or shelter from
the scorching heat.
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