turn to hard hungry action,
feeding mouths with faces!
the man whipped hard
by profit’s demands,
turns on the oppressor,
with nothing to lose!
the word justice ne’er spoken,
the anger of the poor,
turns men into wolves,
that will be fed!
the price of survival narrowed,
to the sudden swift move,
so long in coming…
the storm without name!
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stirring the ashes
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hold Thor’s hammer in your hand,
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she killed her baby
lying on the floor,watching roach drawn carriagestake the prince and the princessto the ball!the bruises on her facethrobbing in the dim light;the dull ache of faithdevoured by demons tooreal to shake…her baby’s lips frozen,forever searching!