The havoc that is poverty
sits heavy on weary shoulders
and shrouds spirits in gloom
So much sadness and too many
mind-blinded, leading the followers
encouraged by echoes of hope
We see them, or
should I say us...
lost in debilitating sorrows,
drowning in fears of change, while
time perches on a (dying) spindle
Restless souls perceiving no end
to plights mired in the sedement
of shame's depravity;
multiplied by need
entrapped in the shadows
of greed*
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