Signs of decay
pour from the pores
of stricken society,
assisted by servants
who toil for the prosperous
uncaring if they consume
the vulnerable people,
as long as they preserve
the wealth of their masters.
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by Gary Beck / January 29th, 2017
Signs of decay
pour from the pores
of stricken society,
assisted by servants
who toil for the prosperous
uncaring if they consume
the vulnerable people,
as long as they preserve
the wealth of their masters.
This article was posted on Sunday, January 29th, 2017 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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