“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,
mercy hid her face,
the ledge held a constant beckoning sorrow
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
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,
the raven dried up her wing,
laid bare among bones
refusing to bargain any longer.
All have sold their
and have been left to the profiteers.