Free

I feel - free
knowing it's mostly over for me
I've been told that I'm clever
I've a fondness for the pen
so I'll rant, and I'll rage
but I'll never work again
no longer can I march in the streets
as the moment would seem to demand
of me - of us all
people are being sacrificed
pay - or starve, and die
capitalism cannot be morally justified
the children - men, and women that I see
are the externalities
hurricanes, floods, the rising sea
pandemic disease
the warriors blood measured by growth in GDP
polar bears - the progress of humanity
receding like the ice
the oligarchs' prize
distracted by lies
Moshiach, Jesus, the Hidden Imam
awaiting redemption
It's not going to come