I think about Icarus more than I should
But the oligarchs are clearly unaware
of the dangers of hubris

They move fast and break things with their chainsaws
both metaphorical and real
While feeling superior to the plowman and the shepherd
with their simple rough hands and tired muscles

But at the end of the day, or season, that plowman
will have fed his family and his donkey too
While the techbros and their ilk will have led young boys to suicide
and young girls to eating disorders

And we all drown as the ones and zeroes close over our heads
and the wings of democracy
melt beneath the blazing sun