The carcasses
Of the Underclasses
are made into soup
Boiled flesh n guts
Sipped on silver spoons.
Blood sucked dry
through straws of gold
And skin
stitched into luxury leather
Prole bones
into aspic
Veins taut strings
For violins,
Teeth stacked
To build
Ivory Towers
And
Hearts ripped
Out for the heartless.
who say.....
"Let the profitless be discarded
& let their lives be disregarded
there's nothing in it for me
I care nothing for them
You see!!"
Yes the cabinet of millionaires
sip underclass soup..........
