You bask in the warmth of sickening riches, and it sickens me.
Oh I have no angst against wealth when earned honestly,
honourably and with toil, endeavour, and skill.
But wealth and fortune amassed and enjoyed in that warmth whilst others wilt, no.
Is not wealth at all.
The old, sick, unfortunate, and honest, shiver, starve and die when you could act.
Your fortunes earned when all around you, those that built your country,
that taught your children or cared for your family slowly succumb to the cold.
You, corporate killers and all the rest, enjoy that warmth for it is a sad warmth.