DEAR CEO

Does your corporation have a face?

Is it built upon faces of anguish?

Is it built upon the countless souls you have displaced?

I would argue that…

Time and time again…

The world’s first billionaire should have never existed.

We have been force fed that success is living in luxury.

That we’d really sell our souls in the name of gluttony?

How do I need less?
How do I not want?

These are the questions I ask myself when my basic needs are met.

Yet, I walk into the grocery store and ask myself…

I cannot want so what do I really need?

I see the things I cannot get.

How do I assemble a smile for humble pie?

When that’s the only pie I have been served my whole life.

How do I find some joy in that?

When the world is crumbling at my feet.

All for this illusion of free market capitalism?

Yet, if I speak on these things…

I am othered and crazy?

There are far more people than me.

The people like me just…

Make piss poor wages trickled down by the elite.