Black teeth
And gall bladders
Larger than hearts
Industrial ill winds
Whose making tarts
Jam its just everywhere
Tumours as well
I billion profit
The coffers they swell
Grey suits elated
Puffing cigars
Rolex and blood diamonds
More crowded bars.
all of that dumping
In the land fills
Dry run the stench
And The ring of the tills
Quietly they went
Suffering so
Paid off in increments
As we all know
And still this vile shit
Is happening they
Are just turning out pans
Much further away.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.