Eternal growth

 Eternal, the economic spree,

A growth that thrives on misery.

Against a backdrop stained with blood,

And festive days,a swelling flood.

Rich hypocrisy takes its stand,

For the arrival,close at hand.

Colossal robes,in style and grace,

At chic soirées,they find their place.

Small coffins, carried with despair,

In limousines,beyond repair.

Human limbs on carpets red,

Where humble wants are thinly spread.

They serve up poverty with flair,

In gourmet kitchens,unaware.

The scent of black decay,so deep,

On perfect hair,its secrets keep.

A stark capital's celebration,

Named for days of desolation.

Social gatherings,bright and vast,

Where irony is served at last.

A planet drunk on consumption's lie,

With money drying,parched and dry.

Dresses,cars, a gleaming show,

While hunger gnaws,a constant woe.

A culture burning, growth's demand,

Sets fire to trees across the land.

The quails now swim in endless fear,

The sea is empty,bare, and clear.

While diamonds hang with icy gleam,

On ears that coldly disregard the dream.

The states that plunder,steal, and seize,

The ancient signs,on every breeze.