War Pups

The world's doors have squeaked open
while we slept in our offices
as the evening crept across the sky

mergers and takeovers in the shadow
of emerging markets uniting like musketeers
one for all and all for one profit

as the owners at the top with their cigars
fancy cars, drink at expensive bars,
bleed the world with their consumption

we're waiting their tables, waiting our
turns, turning ourselves into the same
vain, lustful, greedy s.o.b.s,

then, aimless and frustrated
immobilized on the couch
like some sad sob story on the t.v.

we can no longer sneak in the dark
no longer walk in the park --
Only run and tumble and bark.