As The Mountain Crumbles (poem)

We are losing the last of
what was ever good in us
because the liars, the cheats,
the greedy old hags are
in charge of building the
parameters we live in.
They tighten the bolts on
the locks and adorn their
precious walls with barbed
wire to mark anyone desperate
enough to try to break out or in.
They refuse to give up their
seats on the mountain of avarice
they claimed, would rather decay
on their thrones of indigenous bones
than let the world and the people
heal from their vampiric grasp as
they cling to power and contempt.
Their skin may have somehow
gifted them status but when it rots
their putrid insides will fall heavy
to the Earth and She will feed on them
as they fed on Her, ravenously and
mercilessly, and Heaven if such a place
exists will close its gates to them but
let in all the weak and weary they did
try to beat down and exterminate.