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From the top you can savor the filth as far as the eye can see

At the bottom forced to taste it and breathe it, blinded though you be

In the precarious middle, balanced on the slippery slope

Snapping teeth below, blood drained from hate confused with hope

Days gone by with endless promise stolen quiet

Silence such as this is hard to bear, your heart demands to riot

Who can speak for you against the dread hitched on your back

Who can see through lies and promises disguising their attack

Born into the bondage of Mammon’s filthy straitjacket

Indispensable their monopoly strangles with its racket

Are we sliding down the hill or crawling grimly higher, just a little?

Judgement paralyzed parlous we pray  for our acquittal.



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