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The Boot of Poverty

The boot of poverty is oppressive

and it crushes with a weight

of mountains


First the mind strains

groaning in denial

pressure builds


Next the heart beats wild

when the wallet is opened

laid bare


The eyes flutter in pain

the sight of it hurts

stabbing home


Questions and pleadings and work

The weight ever-present

mashing down


It follows one in sleep

Some wily, skillful thief

stealing dreams


It slashes the throat and bleeds one dry

A murderer of hope

Breaking lives


Like the yoke of some tyrant

Upon a people oppressed

It hangs


How can such a burden be relieved

When every moment one lives

Is beneath its soul?


How can such a thief be caught

When he is so well employed

By so many?


How can such a murderer face justice

When his hands are filled with gore

by prosecutors?


How can such a tyrant be deposed

When his soldiers need no guns

To slay his subjects?


What answer can satisfy those

Who feel the boot of poverty

Upon their neck?

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  1. Teka Lynn
    April 13, 2013 at 2:29 am

    Damn right.

    Thank you.

  2. James "TwoSnakes" Stovall
    April 16, 2013 at 7:51 am

    All I can say is that that was amazingly well put. You are a real word smith.

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