Who are you?

Who are you
Speeding by with your siren-wailing escort.
Behind bulletproof glass you sip your wine and do not look
at those who gaze open-mouthed at your passing.

Who are you
with your politician friends, your Bilderberg group.
In luxurious seclusion you decide our fate;
if we will prosper or decline.

Who are you
with your bottom line and your globalisation plans,
your return on investment of our time and money,
Your perks and your tax free bonus.

Who are you
with your guns, your bombs, your missiles and your drones,
your “The defence industry is vital for the economy,
don’t you know.”

Who are you
with your special offers snapped up by the forelock-tugging crowd
deluded by your propaganda sheets,
your lies, your celebrities.

Who are we
We are the ones who pay for you, who die for you
We are the pawns in your little games.
The ones who will tear your counting house down.
We are coming exclusively for you.