compassionate capitalism 101 …




stemming the loss,


dripping red,

arterial spray,


dripetty-drip,


amidst anaesthetised shades,


of souls once alive,


now

dancing under pale moonlight,


pausing only for cauterisation,

sterilisation,

of too many wounds.




the

dripetty-drip ceases,


consciences lobotomised,



and as it has been,

and as it is now,

and as it may be,


the

numb faces,


tango deeper

into the hollowness,


the cacophonous void,


now

signed and sealed,


of deals done,


and

souls sold on

profitable leases