Their hearts seem motionless
Blood gnaws at the veins
A wanton greed
Emotions like a hysterical fix
Pumping a syringe into the larynx
A madness for money and power
Dying and , buried without.
Chartering people through promises
Like old diseases revisited
Unused antidote for poison stored in weed rolls
Like IVs looking for veins
A wounded society but never knowing it’s wound
A circus of lions, tigers performing
To an audience of wolves .
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