Did you enjoy the meal
Of skulls cracked open
Like eggshells
Splitting, spilling, scrambling
Coming undone
For you to scoop
With your shiny silver spoon
Maybe futile rage and anger
Gives a smokey flavour
A hint of sage
To the blood that boiled
Rough hands that toiled
To climb a ladder
That runs like a waterfall
Did you hear the crack of the necks
You plant your feet on
Before stepping out on your fancy decks
Or while signing big cheques
Go on use the spines
Of thousands of wasted lives
For a bowl of bone broth and limes
The sweat that trickles
Down the forehead
Baking under the sun
On a hot afternoon
Leaves a salty trail
The only kind of trickle-down
Seasoning for your taste
Tears cried of suffocation
From frustration
Of losing a game
Designed by the winners
Paying in life for sinners
Lives that amount
Only to a couple of fancy dinners
