technicality meets creativity

Brood

brood

do we deserve redemption?
crying won’t comfort us now
are we exempt from
the fever they may grow

to feel in a hundred years?
can they, too, stand their ground?
that which we label our playground
“the future” is what we dub them anyhow  

can they have it all?
more than one epic love
I wish to learn of
love stories for the people
                 and the planet

no!           if we have it all
how can they?

how can we sleep
in this sickness?
perceptions of
illusory success
failures dressed
as a game of chess

peaceful slumber is only for 
those
upon their cloud of privilege 
those
swindling above the sea 
of poverty
and disproportion
of politics
             and pain
of the overpopulated crowd
             and the forgotten savants