Black Out The Sky

We make marvelous ornaments- here, the ground level for beauty and commerce, eating each other’s will.
The green, stretched without any indifference, the ends and the means battling it out for supremacy.
Somewhere atop a sky rise reflected the sunlit sky back in its own space- reveling the mist, globe like and super-dome to round up all the weak and sick.
The malevolent crowds, CEO’s, shuffling into the situation room, executing every last heart and mind and perforating the globe into the sky, blacking out the sun, leaving the children to the scraps, fodder for the recessed masses.