Economy

eyes under bridges...and stars on building tops
wounded, on stiches...the doctors fly in flocks.

walk the road tht runs staight up high
martyrs to remove the sun frm sky

polluted tear streams tht flow to ... glossy ...bathroom ... props.
reflections on window panes..
my million faces..
i see anew...

fighting over spaces
and i lost my mind to the few.
finaly i se them riding bees of luxury... and gold
running into building..
for fear to take us.....
all

this economy is something i fail to... understand
money tht keeps us moaning...like whores on desert sand

tht mother who lost his son
to the lust of the tanks
one man strives fr power
and him... follow...
a few.

the rest are gently murdered...
of their innocence...
in labyrinths of bloody schools

in the corner i see the old man..
rotting in the grass...
people stepping on him
fear crawling around him
he was left of the.... tanks
bt connotation left him fr life
and hunger took its toll

finaly i understand the sickness of the few
the greed fr...money...
and power....
the craving fr beauties on beds...
are all economies do...