Atrocity

For the sake of the present,
for the sake of sanity,
I must close the blinds,
choose not to see
This atrocity,
society-
Another century where men aren't free...

For the rich man's desires
Poor folks he hires
The fruits of their labor
he devours
leaving the pits and fruits gone sour
for those who have struggled hour by hour
Over the land,
Worked by their hands
Held by a deed
giving rights to he--
who takes more than he needs
Owning the souls upon which he feeds
Squeeling in delight
while watching them bleed...

mk 1999