Wednesday, 5 April 2023

Blood, Sweat and Tears


Did you enjoy the meal
Of skulls cracked open

Like eggshells

Splitting, spilling, scrambling

Coming undone

For you to scoop

With your shiny silver spoon

 

Maybe futile rage and anger

Gives a smokey flavour

A hint of sage

To the blood that boiled

Rough hands that toiled

To climb a ladder

That runs like a waterfall

 

Did you hear the crack of the necks

You plant your feet on 

Before stepping out on your fancy decks

Or while signing big cheques

Go on use the spines

Of thousands of wasted lives

For a bowl of bone broth and limes 

 

The sweat that trickles

Down the forehead 

Baking under the sun 

On a hot afternoon

Leaves a salty trail

The only kind of trickle-down

Seasoning for your taste

 

Tears cried of suffocation

From frustration

Of losing a game

Designed by the winners

Paying in life for sinners

Lives that amount 

Only to a couple of fancy dinners