One Poem, Howard Spicer

MEN-IN-SUITS

 

It’s the men-in-suits that call the shots

They’re the ones that shape our world …

 

And we, pathetic witnesses to our demise 

as families, friends and communities, 

Sit in silence – seduced by soporific inducements

unquestioningly praising and admiring

uncontrolled lust for wealth and power

that would suborn our very life itself

 

And we, fools that we are,

            accept known lies as true

delighting in scandal and revelations that

            bring others to their knees

Blind are we to the dangers that lie ahead

Like frogs lulled by the comfort of warm water 

            We are about to be boiled 

 

Ah, yes.  It’s men-in-suits that call the shots

            and they are laughing all the way….