Cocoon to Shroud

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billions starve
billionaires wannabe trillionaires
Wall Street replaces Ft. Knox
50 US cities break heat record
growing the economy is King

shoulders fold around themselves
vision narrows
cocoon begins to chill
still ears hear the humming machines
no butterfly will come of this
soon to be shroud

we can’t go home this time Kathleen
the daises have all passed away
nor can we meet
on the bonny bonny banks of Loch Lomond —
as has been written by the ancient ones
“During times of feast by the rich
and famine by the poor
personal sacrifice is requested.”

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