Moguls and Mandarins
What it boils down to:
Whitehall geeks -
pen-pushers, think-tankers, talking heads and whizz-kids,
that outwit the vultures and wolves
with their dragon powers.
Made that way from the zombie cradle,
boffin brains sculpted
by their makers and shapers:
babyminds-washed, according to
the smallest-printed minutiae
of parenting, schooling, gene-editing.
Sobeit: hierarchies:
some do, some don’t; will or won’t.
classes, castes and sub species.
Will the one exist without the other
anymore than light without the shadow
up without down?
Who thought coherence mattered:
even to patch the broken bits
back to unity - a singular term or name.
This is Mr/Ms Whojamabob!
Skill-set ……….
Price tag: ……..
What would the sage or saint
do without the slave state,
the dumb proletariat
or guerilla resistance?
What would the victim or hero be
without those monsters and masters
to pit their taekwondo wits against.
All are marionettes strutting their puppet pieces:
Goodies and baddies at their perennial game.
Micro-blips on the evolutionary scale.