A pyramid of power stands
across the open sea,
it’s blocks and bricks built up with time
by slaves like you and me.
The desert storm may pull it down
to live among the grains,
but that’s a time removed from us,
who live with our new chains.
Credit must be paid in full,
our sickness born away
by doctors who may mean us well
but have their bills to pay.
The source of all this malcontent,
the fire and the flame?
None other than our capstone friend,
the leaders of the fray.