corruption
an original poem by Josiah Merz
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corruption
corruption corrupted
the supper
of the young bloods
held in the arms
bleeded by
the hands of the old ones
the old ones
corruption
seeps in the veins
of an old land
built by the hands of old love
of old love
for gold ones
capitalism says
nothing else matters
but the profits
such profits!
corruption…
built upon the ruins
of the nations
so ancient
and now children
suffer and they die
for one more
million dollar sign
left or right
it definitely matters not
and looks as if
they’ll do nothing
even as computers
silently steal
elections and jobs
a spirit of death
is among us
corruption of flesh
and mind
it bloods us
death
it stalks us
where is our
Lord’s hand, to hold
on hope
.
corruption seeps in
the corners
and everywhere reeks
of death
but the Sun
still shines and filters
thru those leaves
and breathes….
