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.
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