The politics of the status-quo cartel
reflect faces like coins of the wishing well.
All you say is Oh Well as the beggar fires his stem.

In your mind, there was no summit from which he fell.

Afraid to mend his rags
some needle work and fabric, it would seem
to be so easy
but mercy is not an act;
It is a test passed only by those who are worthy.

"Please! Please!" He Cries!
he pleads for his life,
But YOU enjoy being deaf and blind,
Money has allowed you to navigate the world with closed eyes.

His tears unlike streams; neither pure nor clean.
bitter to the taste, they're not cleansing;
opium-filled, but not numbing.

There are few things as sad
as this, a shell once a man.

Your reason for prayer is unclear,
10,000 Hail Mary's, each one rendered useless here,
YOU are washed in a blood that represents
2,000 years of oppression, murder, and fear.

You should never have come here.
turn back around before decency whispers in YOUr ear;
10 perfect white lines
cut just for you and waiting on society's mirror.

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