Social Commentary
Howling winds spew from the gutters
to embrace the feast of hog flesh and wine
As acidic forks cut from the mouths of babes
and bury the rosy colored glasses of yester year
Sinking deeper into the toxic mire
of deceitful debt
We gasp for air to breath
For water to drink
All that brushes across the ragged palette
is harsh industrial steel
clenching jaws wide
and the scraps of chewed hog fat
left from the fires of vanity and sloth
Greed begetting hatred
Jealousy feeding the furnace
of all the beautiful sinners who reap
the rewards of an unrepentant life
Powerful brows furrowed in discontent
as a little blue ball of hope
bounces towards the tiny grasp
of our innocent youth
The machine barrels forth on a road
of guts and feces
Poverty and intolerance
overcomes the child and streaks off
leaving a wake of blood
and a broken ball.
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