The Sun Takes Orders From The Wealthiest of Men

The sun soaks into my skin

as if it had a devious plan in mind

to burn my flesh right off it's bone

my mussels ached, throbbed, then settled

at the top

looking over

Birmingham

Steel city

industrial

rich bastards with

their wealth

around the sun

the sun itself

follows them

shameless

of

their mindless effort to destroy

our environment

and build over priced houses

for the disadvantaged to live

in

they lack conscience

empathy

was absent

I sat above Birmingham

praying to whatever

above the blue skies that

I didn't

have to go

back.