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.

     ~Christian Cruz

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