Maggots On the Hook
Crank the handle and separate the shards.
We are an island clustered only by the venom of the fight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.
Wisdom rots the wilted bone and sparks
The night ablaze with inequalities unmeasured height.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.
Good men excuse the bad and suffer for their parts
A paper rain in Berlin, bricks of wealth alight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.
Decadent rag-land waif jumps the queue, she starts
To feed Mother Nation to machines, a glory of blood and blight.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.
They collapse and we are forced the cards
Of Death and Hanged Man as starved finances lit the night
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.
In requiem, in mausoleum of memory their guards
Are floods of propaganda to the world, our broken bulb once bright.
Crank the handle and separate the shards
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.
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