In this country
She is wounded She is stricken
And strung out on crack
She will only serve those
Who can benefit her hunger?
Salve her tics
Bear her stench
She is bloated and slow
Elusive to many
Inaccessible and
unavailable for most
The bloodthirsty can’t see her
To the maimed
She is grotesque
It’s not her but her hunger
That strips kids from fathers
Brothers from brothers
People from dreams
The massive hunger
builds lake cottages
ocean yachts and
luxury motorcars
while children are sickened
corporations run rabid
innocence is violated
guilty go free
But mostly if
He is without
He must forget her
For to him, she is truly blind
Drawing Tonya Mason
Graphics Jeff Bowles
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