smash and grab

"Smash and grab is the order of the day"

Where colonizer meets sous chef

8 billion mouths moaning "more, more..."

Well, more like 325 million

Licking their bloated fingers, smacking their guilty lips

Haven't you noticed the gluttonous are always the most guilty? 

And the most debased

To a consistent diet of fat, sugar

Refined starches,

Tin, ore, silicon,

Blood.

Because through the mirror of miles

Lies Mount Sinai's darker brother

Picked away and left to scar 

Like a teenage blemish

Smashed and grabbed and twisted and squeezed

Until nothing is left but a crater of flesh

And in that crater the solder soldier sleeps

Or tries to, because ore is his alarm

And the sun hasn't set yet in China

He will die on the mountain like Moses

(Except no one will publish his personhood)

Staring up at the warplanes flying overhead

With their familiar hum, or is that God

"Smash and grab, smash and grab, smash and grab."