Picture taken in my woods
In a wilderness of lies
the body Politic
is a rotting corpse
and therefore rather inactive
to the good of mankind!
The mass collective
doesn’t mind
this funerial state
as long as they are not made
too keenly and imposingly
aware of it
and can thereby
allow the ongoing
licentiousness
to suggest something is afoot
in capitalism
that will eventually
repair itself
as long as We The People
do not interrupt
the runaway maggot train
process of it all
disregarding that this matter
is not self-consuming
but inevitably
ALL-CONSUMING
in the long run
of running out of
resources to plunder!
My thoughts for the current stench.
Your Rainbow Warrior Poet.
Claudio Oswald Niedworok