Green in a post-color world
Have we done it?
Are we still doin’ it?
Have we roasted the emerald dough
till it explodes?
Have we scraped the remains together
to be consumed like cracklin’?
Has it satisfied our material hunger
or do we yearn for more?
I once heard the news say of a Brazilian baron
who lost + 1 million a day
who still proclaims his fortune will not abate
even while green blood drains from his palms and veins.
I’ve seen the dollar string up citizens debt-ridden necks
choking them till their financial lives are half-dead;
hold hostage economies
with the threat of default and social unrest.
Such is life linked to the twisted key to prosperity.
For just like the proverbial fool and his money
we held it blindly too hard and too long
without realizing it had already gone.