A slum on fire.
Like a man whose life I stole.
Like the stretch of beach hit by the stormy sea.
Anger compacted, confident fury.
Like a man whose point to living was blunted!
Like a man who was taught to kill and by his
masters was abandoned.
Below abandoned factories and prisons
Poverty so dire.
Below the brow like a slum on fire...
His eyes, his eyes.
Crushed by the tides of scam
Once noble and preachy.
Now as corrupt as the devils
lowranking errand scum.
Once honest and righteous
Compassionate and hearty.
Now ground down by the guns
and simple hands that the ruling
class commands.
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