Lions Dying

Like lions dying
In cold concrete zoos
That have become
The safety nets
The rules and regulations
Of the noose which has
The Vultures
Circling my
Bed,
Hungry for your blood
And already
Arguing
And fighting over
My sun
Dried
Remains.
It's only then that we
Start to measure
And bean count
Our successes
And excesses-
Success in work
Success in love
Excess in buying
Excess in consuming
A standard stick which to measure
All life's worth
And all we're ever worth.
Worth as much as that
Battle axe 
We batten down with
Or that job we hold to pay
Bills
Bills 
BILLS!
That's all we're ever worth;
The amount of
Debt
We owe to men
We will
Never
Meet. 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
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