To think
The nonsense
Of our well-heeled democracies
Would be the crisis.
Not the policies,
The ideologies,
The low spark of high heeled boys
Flirting their way to petty tyranny
On bespoke beach resorts.
Not the deprivation,
The indignation of poverty
Or the Malthusian alter
On which human equality
Sighs it’s last breath.
But the nonsense.