Not a big bang

The bourgeoisie, swing from their golden chandeliers
Raining down cuts to social care
Like it were ticker tape, onto the proletariat
Capitalism strengthens it's clawed grip
It's stranglehold on a dying world
Eaking out every last drop of lifeblood
As the rich make plans to save themselves
Genocide in the name of oil
Slavery in the name of fashion
Dumping of waste and toxins killing the air
That they charge us to breathe
They tell you that socialism is a dirty word
To learn to hate and separate
That liberalism has become a disease
And that intolerance should had a seat at the table
As if racism and mysogeny 
Are views that should be considered
In the same breath as those
Who die to fight against it
Populist wars battled on social media
While unpopular wars spiral out of control
As innocents die in the rain of fire
And our governments reward their murderers
With plaudits and medals and backslapping
And as the planet heaves and groans
Under the weight of expectation and dissonance
Destined not to go with the roar of a mighty beast
But with the mewling whimper
Of a scared, injured animal
As darkness descends
And those left look to the sky, shaking with rage
And wondering why and how it came to this
But mother earth closes her eyes
And dies, alone in the night