A Third World City With a Revolutionary Aspect

A third world city with a revolutionary aspect

The poor crouched among the estates;

for the poor, the SUN crashes to the ground!

The hum of the city,
  cacophony of people,
  the deafening sound of
  empty stomachs;
every day the media,
  paints the sinister,
  aspect of the poor;
urban decay:
  the violence against society,
  the violence against the family,
  the violence of mass incarceration,
  the violence of economic sodomy;
the daily cycle,
  of societal breakdown;

for the poor, the SUN
  crashes to the ground!

The habitually unemployed,
  the ex-con,
  the moral degradation of
    the sexual outcast, and
  the addled mind;
homeless squatter,
  a fight,
  a knife,
  a gun,
  an overdose;
the daily death of
  the designated outcast;

for the poor, the SUN
  crashes to the ground!

The revolution failed,
  suicide by tribulation!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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