Dug Dagger
Sordid and heinous,
For a few units of money and matter,
They all took out the dagger,
And dug it deep into innocent heart,
That had worked and toiled for that little money and matter,
In the glitter and greed they forgot the blood,
They had drawn out,
As they enjoyed the loot,
Time went by,
Now they were used to such episodes,
They looted and enjoyed,
One fine day a stronger group took over,
And made them a target,
Whatever they had looted,
Was looted from them,
They somehow escaped the dagger,
However now they are targets,
And loot others while escaping their own looters,
Everybody seems to be on the run,
That they were looted have not drawn sense into them,
They are only waiting for the final dagger to be dug in them.
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