Counting The Cost Poem by John Weber

In perilous instances of contemplation
the support of survival gets blended
in shredding machines of chatter
until meaning gets lost in the background
with spinning logos taunting the mind,

polished by the hand holding the leash.
A slap awaits any who question why
people get born every second with a
cost of debt upon their heads like a trap
primed to be sprung by lapdog campaigns
hoarding tyrant gains hidden from sight.

Our journey through night shall be guided
by the swirling stars until our fiery orb
lights up the sky once again to bask us
in the warmth of truth despite the loss of
human dignity in the name of science

predicted by computer models with goals
to keep the masses obsessed with gases when
nucleotide reactions shape the vitality and the
change with their esoteric exchange offering
the sun as a savior and a curse until our plight
is made worse by paranoid ancient wealth.