Cool Aid Poem by Richard St. Clair

O, if I'd been a banker or a broker
Doing all the little greedy things they do,
What time would I have left to watch and rue
The crisis obvious to the wise onlooker
That's looming ever dangerously, I ken.
Blinded by a political nightmare daily,
Factions fighting factions in a melee,
Others delving into musty zen,
Cold-hearted men enrobed in power's folly
Dealing death in generous deploy
At the slightest provocation to annoy,
Demolishing a child's defenseless dolly.
Wake up to this, you stupid human race,
Or all will surely die a fool's disgrace.