Capitalism (A poem)

I ended up not writing anything yesterday (though not intentionally), so I made sure to write something shortly after I awoke this morning…

Engineered to kill
but lusting for life
the predator moves about the world
always searching

Pretending to be brave
but frightened inside
the warrior charges through the battlefield
always fighting

Conquering the world
leaving nothing behind
captains of industry sow seeds of destruction
always plundering

The faintest of lights
still brightens a small corner
once extinguished
darkness envelops all

No chance is too great
no hope too small
The struggle is constant and unending
always… always…

(12 October 2015)