Cake

But wait
Is it really just too late
All that was bright
Now endless night
As shock and awe
Eagerly unleashed
In the venal vacuum
Created to obscure
The wanton waves
Of the few who have chosen
To plunder the planet
For power and jack
And overcome the rest
With withering confusion
And subtle subterfuge
The world now spinning
A deadly centrifuge
Separating paparazzi
From their bulbs
And wealth from nations
Rotting fruits of their labor
Or the riches of their resources
Until it is just all gonzo
And nothing’s left
But a piece of cake?