Bum Shelter

Underground blunders found,
switches flicked by uniform dicks
Had a bad day?
not my fault okay?
Buttons pushed in silence,
hushed,
top brass asses,
raise their glasses and toast,
boasting about ghosts they created,
bleating like sheep,
bodies piled in a heap,
to be climbed
with a flag,
bragging,
and dragging,
no conscience,
invalid responses,
moral turpitude
has no place when viewed
from well fed fat faces
No traces,
brace yourself
for shit falling
off the shelf,
tremors,
vibrations,
from nuked
third world nations,
barely register
on the scale,
read in braille,
by blinded,
march in time
deluded,
denuded,
misconstrued
fools goaded,
by envelopes with orders
from well suited
resource hoarders.