Fortune Favors the Soulless

A Poem

Photo by Natalie Breeze on Unsplash

you think you’re the real deal, huh,
while the rest of us just pose
and you’re counting that money,
one dollar at a time,
a cash flow you could drown in

well, I’m not buying it
when you say you’re happy
in your little bubble world,
separated from any problems —
especially the ones outside your door

you watch the wildfires on TV
and pretend you’re innocent
while your machines choked
every bit of life from the land
and made a new graveyard

they catch your smile in fragments,
anything to advertise
what a good man you are —
but we smell the lie
as if it were cheap cologne

you cheer on war after war —
anything to drive stocks up or down,
anything to make you worth more —
and the truth is your humanity card
should have been revoked long ago