Couldn’t resist this picture.

The putrid blood

Of human civilization

Forged by greed

Disguised as necessity

Raising the three gods

Bathed in emerald light

Scraps of decorated paper

Chunks of etched metal

Numbers

That only exist in space

These deities are worshipped

And horded by their faithful

Who gnash their teeth

And hiss their venom

At all who ask for aid

These gods maintain a hollow temple

Where food and water

Come second to the Emerald Ones

Where shelter

Is denied

To those that lack the blessings

Leaving them too cold

Too thirsty

And too starving

To try join the congregation

Of the Church of Greed

(This is an older poem, but after events of yesterday, I think it’s appropriate for me to post.  I’m tempted to go on a rant about the topic, but it usually ends up with me getting into a fight with someone.  Enjoy the poem and I’ll post a more positive one to counter this later today.)