there is a limit
to what mercedes can do
for eight billion people
but instead of
respecting that limit
managers started making
worse cars that cost more

i was driving home
from an expensive rooftop sushi restaurant
in my expensive mercedes
wearing an expensive armani suit and expensive prada shoes
listening to pop songs on my expensive samsung
and when i stopped at a red light
a child slave asked me for money
and i declined because i do not support child slavery
and the next seven minutes driving home
i was thinking how can i end child slavery
so i wrote this poem
hoping i can became powerful enough
to make a real change before i die
because in spite of owning all the expensive things
i have no power to end child slavery