Naught from Naught
for V.N.P.S.

we all just want to make
a million dollars out of the mess
we make of the lives of other people

however poisonous the mess,
the mix we make of the lives of others

once we’re able to extract a million or two
to go on a cruise

what is left behind,
however poisonous, however toxic

let who is left in it, whoever is unlucky
live in it, live with it,
in whatever numbers

stewing or kicking and screaming

unfortunate when no one on earth
is able to get out of the mess

made by those among us, exploiting for ages,
everything and everyone for wealth

this process, when it all falls down
and all the world is one same mess,
going no where

no where to sail away from or off to


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
10:35 p.m. 17.05.08