within the towering spires of city skyscrapers

thousands of functionaries shuffling their papers

are the ruling, and are the ruled

and the purpose towards which their effort’s pooled

is keeping track of who owes what

for which and why and how it will be payed, but

none of them make anything – nothing is grown –

all goods and foods come from lands unknown

far, far away where the people are so poor

that they sell to instead of buying from the store

and I am of these, and I and my fellows

wonder whether it’s time to go say our hellos


(100 words for 100WW – Photo by Roman Logov)

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