The Marketplace
Every shot of grief and pain
commences the grand experiment
once again,
delineating material differences
in the various types of neglect,
the techniques and attitudes
that too often lead to violence,
and the denial of blame.
Sadly, it always comes to naught:
bought players
mouthing contrived words,
obeying contrary voices,
concluding with self-serving decisions
determined in advance by
those who buy weak souls
in the marketplace of cowardice.
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