Poetry to ‘celebrate’ all the lovely profits being made by energy companies in the midst of the war in Ukraine and cost of living crisis. What profit is there in the misery of others? Apparently plenty. It speaks the greatest volumes known to humanity about what this idea capitalism really is.

 

It’s the fairest game
They said
The one that benefits all
But when the kids turned up
The man added
I was here before you
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
All this in the ground
Is mine to mine and
Profit from
Show initiative
Go get your own
Even though
There’s only one planet
To seek it on

With thanks to MART PRODUCTION for use of the header image. 

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