Sonnet For Corpocracy Poem by Danny Draper

Cool hands constrict my silenced throat, calmly
Declaring, 'I am your friend don't protest',
I nod, fearing death, grip loosens slightly
Soothes, 'Great again! ', as focus groups request.
Family now, awake, boot on my throat,
I tap Agree and install an update,
Struggling to breathe, but freedom to vote
Firm choices negligible, predicate.
Organic work units, consumer drones
Poverty consumed in city and town
Each a client, empowered and alone
From hills of capital we trust this throne.
Despoil nature to enhance all progress,
Business as usual, for less and less.

Danny Draper
30/11/2016