New poem, "Vampires"

[maruspiralout]

Here it is, tell me what you think, and what you get from it:

The rich men sit on their thrones,
built from our laboring bones.
Our blood and sweat sustains them,
while our souls yearn to erase them.
Fooled that material gives release,
while in reality your life is on lease.
Vampires are more than make-believe.
Just look at your leaders,
you've been deceived.