Some capitalist song
sang my friends into enemies.
Maybe I should not blame the song
but my lack of attention
to what my friends truly value
or to my own ability for self-deception.
I saw greed wedge forth
a golden pig-god rooting around in the dirt—
disguised as Survival of the Fittest
with all of its frightened violence and rationalizations.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
