Balanced on strings

“There will come and day when politicians, and corporations will own the body, soul and minds of men/women. We will welcome these new profiteers in the name of humanism.”

The sky had closed her doors,

the sun fell

the coldness of the ground remained.

The wings of an angel had turned to stone,

trapped

mercy hid her face,

the ledge held a constant beckoning sorrow

but

none could hear,

all had escaped through the backdoor

the foot planted on stones of hypocrisy.

Consumed by lust

drowning in knowledge,

at the turning of a page

men/women burned in hatred one toward another

holding a self proclaimed banner of righteousness

but,

the judge has lowered the hammer,

the beggar has turned over the plate,

the storm has hidden the thunder,

the sea refuses calm turning only in constant rage,

perched

the raven dried up her wing,

laid bare among bones

refusing to bargain any longer.

All have sold their

bodies,

souls,

minds

and have been left to the profiteers.

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8 thoughts on “Balanced on strings

  1. Most of have but not all of us have sold out. We’re just waiting our turn in the sun to come around, honing the very knives/words put into our backs by corporate hacks which we shall use to return the favor by slitting their throats.

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