Masters of Mankind
We know who you are
as you flit across our
screens, board planes,
meet in Davros, oily
oligarchs, bonused
bigwigs, leering landlords,
bulging bishops, celebrities
who taunt, tease and trick us,
addled academics,
entitled royals
aimless heads still intact
you still fleece us
with our permission
torture us with gifts
but kill us daily also
with the hopes you ration
and betray
you know us better
than we know ourselves
until we come for you,
that is, as we will