blessed be the folly builders
each and every one
for they left just nonsense
‘fore the setting of their suns
and curse the proud industrialists
their mills of brick and steel
which blighted our Jerusalem
and ground souls on the wheel
in dark wood panel drawing rooms
their portraits Sunday fine
fool us with perceived hegemony
that deny their bottom line
basked in faux philanthropy
charitable hypocrisies
their centuries old legacies…
no idea where I’m going from here
the blighters rock 