Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Secta Of Sheep
The elite geld the strong, they
promise the weak gingerbread dreams
as they steal the gold right before gimping eyes;
while the weak volutate in the slough of despair
the rich feast upon the profits like
ravens on a rotting carcass, they slowly
take away all your rights condemning them
all outdated, they scourge upon the weak
like maggots, they form their secret society
and your membership is declined, you're fed
the empty broth of misery and eventually
starve and decay like weathered wood,
but, you had your chance when you were
young and strong, now your insurrection
is but some sod of grass on an empty knell.
- John Hardesty
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