Your Pound Of Fresh, May You Not Rest

Haunted by the demoralizing deprivation, this dehumanization
burying the brutality in buying branded bodies, this irrationality.
Upon cold hearts a serpent’s tongue, misery’s mayhem bar none,
loathing lure of lucrative leverage, global money links now savage.
Who are these people who pay for their pound of filth with fresh,
blind-eye turn! bloodshed beatings bankrolled by a cesspool quest.
The neglected numbers of boys girls! reality blurs their agony stirs,
It’s criminal cruelty! the powerful rule Ye! so what will move thee!

Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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