The rich do what amuses them.The poor do as they must:
fight to the death for coins they find in the toxic dust
Camels can’t pass through needle’s eyes
If their lips are moving lies
are being told, and all king-size
in this moment of monsters
The chips are down, their motives clear
The cost of justice is too dear
Your jury lacks a single peer
in this moment of monsters
The very worst among us has ascended to the throne
Decency, dismayed, sighs, “Suck it up. You’re on your own!”
The jury’s out. The fix is in
Your jaw will drop
Your head will spin
Playing by the rules you’ll never win
in this moment of monsters
They sneer at the law.
No one foresaw
the gullible, consumed by rage,
shitting on the sacred page
in this moment of monsters
©2024 John Mendelsohn