Nothing Left To Give
When dictators purchase our guns,
we wade through blood to deliver.
And take their cash without remorse
while riddled bodies still quiver.
Big egos and pampered palates
impose subsistence starvation.
And enforced illiteracy
results in mental stagnation.
Children suckle on bitter tears,
scratching a living from the earth.
And there is no escaping pain,
hunger's a consequence of birth.
Governments exploit poor people
that are too frightened to resist.
And their rights are an afterthought
to nations drooling to assist.
A weapon of mass destruction,
fear, undermines their will to live.
And they are stripped of everything;
till they have nothing left to give.
(Quatrain)
1/16/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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