Brother

The meal of truth has become sour in your tongue so you'd rather digest lies and vomit them whole right before the ignorant masses ears. My mother weeps because her lad has been blinded with the scales of mints, scales of power, scales of seat ;yet she lives. My mother weeps for the breasts she lent your greedy hands to fondle in faith that you may fetch progress you had split open and stuffed her nipple with lumpy spittles of corruption;you forsake mother.