Coiled in shadows, concealing agendas of fibs and fables –
Venomous tongues, sibilating vowels and consonants forming non-existent meaning,
Stinging media mouths; coughing up pretensions of protection,
Vomited into open lips of the hungry, who consume but will never be full.
Starving stomachs craving sustenance, yet rarely receiving;
Writhing in pain, falling by the wayside, wondering when relief will come.
Waiting for snakes up high to drop food into their gnashing jaws,
Unlikely to ever come, fending for themselves.
Hearing declarations that fields of gold are drying up, signifying colossal cuts.
Yet wars and power plays continue to be fed,
Outside nations receive exports of gold galore
As the plight of the starving is ignored.
Perched comfortably atop Olympus, ignorant to hazards facing those below.
Never been on the receiving end of a knife or empty account;
At no time have they thought distributing herbs or rocks was the only way up,
That this will be the day they’ll finally look past my record and offer me a chance.
Watching in apparent disbelief as emotional turmoil rises and violence boils over,
Hiding behind public displays of sympathy and recipes for action
To conceal a lack of care and obliviousness to suffering never experienced.
How many of them were forced to miss a meal or witness the butchering of a friend?
Out of touch, keeping those they view as less significant out of mind.
Hissing when the moment calls for it, otherwise silently prepping for personal gain.
Happy to devour them alive or allow them to consume one another,
It’s time we wised up, fought for ourselves, fed into each other.