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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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