World Wealth in Smoking Guns

a poem by Jayati

When power and money manipulate many;
Can queer myopic vision secure the future of progeny?
What should be done to achieve peace and harmony?
Who has the power and who has the money?
Though it may cling funny
Both are not to be found in
Pockets of any
Political leader;
Popular entertainers.
Corporate investors
Lucky, lottery winners.
No one is strong, no one capable
Not even the drug dealer selling legal.
Peddlers, of hashish, marijuana cannabis
Haven’t much left, paying their accomplice.
Money wielding power neither to be found in labels
Be it food and flower, cosmetics or pharmaceuticals.
Nor traders of hard narcotics may gloss lucky, able,
Happily name themselves well-to-do real; Primarily
Possessing brain, size shapes, square, round, various colours;
Qualities are no proofs of moneyed privileges.
Cash guarantees? From high rankings! Big shot guns.
Highest cash wins. Lie, manufacture and sales of
Weapons. Money in tanks, battens, belligerence.
To see, African Mammal with very large eyes?
Has anyone seen magnate, handful in mask.
Gigantic cash flow in clash and dash!
Businesslike, bushel, 35.2 litres.
Cause disturbance; Mafiosi incognito adrenal neuron strings;
Node; Hold ransom; Bold leaders in rings. The world unsuspecting.
Amidst chaos, unscrupulous force, compel kill, buy, sell. Weapons.
Thesis defence? Through or beyond defines. Death mechanism, pays!
Silhouette signet slay; Earn in death; Staggering wealth; Scrooge in mirth.