Asking for it,
and then they let the people let themselves come
to the sinking, shrinking surface at the kiss of the burning helm.
A triangular divide between the haves, have-nots, an uncertain chosen pretender
Who takes a chosen piece,
breaks it into three
To cause centre-stage chaos.
War for wages,
grabbing, shaking themselves silly…
drops themselves purposefully in the middle of the unidentifiable equation,
wherein – crumbling, burning, fusillade buildings and complex chockablock soundbite apartments heap.
one atop another
when wishful thinking tends
at mending absolutely nothing.
transforming absolutely everything, everybody and their empty-headed necessities, inescapably
Into that of an almighty tailspin.