Shattered Reflections

I’m sick of this world and the way it works

The wealthy, the stupid, the conceited, the ruthless,

and the truthless liars become gatekeepers, deniers

of entry to those below

They do all they can to oppress those

that might expose the emperor’s lack of clothes

The fragile white man feels dispossessed

and fears the tables turning

because he remembers the crosses burning

Huddled masses, chamber gases, blood-soaked soil

Tariff games to try to perpetuate the profit on others toil

calling foul now because others know the rules

The dynamic is always the same, the fools

being the architects of their own advantage

only want to play while they are winning,

but if the tide turns, they’ll scorch the earth

They’ll burn it all down rather than lose the upper hand

They can’t earn respect, they must demand it