Dear Empire

What good is your invisible hand, if it can’t pick up the pieces?
What good is your trickle down, when the cups are all broken?
What good is your mercedes, when the roads all have holes?
What good is your mansion, if you have to put a gate around it?
What good are all your things, when they don’t make you happy?
What good is all your money, when it can’t buy you love?
What good is your freedom, if you keep building more jails?
What good is your democracy, if it has to be imposed?
What good is your force, if you have to kill them all?
What good is your empire, when there’s nothing left to defend?