Just Who?

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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