Blood Money

Red cents fill the coffers of the rich. It is the blood and sweat of others, yet, no longer enough, no longer enough, worthless as the silver-less lie of a dime. It is the blood and sweat of others melted with base metals, base morality, worthless as the silver-less lie of a dime not filling the hollow holes of their souls. Melted with base metals, base morality a growing virus among the bone weary, not filling the hollow holes of their souls, both, rich and poor, suckle an empty teat. A growing virus among the bone weary, yet, no longer enough, no longer enough, both, rich and poor, suckle an empty teat, red cents fill the coffers of the rich. **re-vised ;) hope it's clearer! *an unrhymed Pantoum Poet: Debbie Guzzi