To Have by pete marshall

To Have

by pete marshall

Entice the will that rules the mind

as spoils gleam through tarnished eyes

for all that glitters, hope wants gold

where from the depths their greed will rise

on bodies crushed beneath their perch

a force that hides its fearfulness,

empowers rage to rear itself,

to smite the meek who they possess.

No more the kin of bonds that tie

as price will pay their chosen whim

then chew the fat of those who fail

to feel the charge that flows within.

Tempers fall on weakened pawns

when bile thrusts its brooding glare,

pennies sent from heavens purse

will line the streets of those who dare

for powers rage is Satan’s curse

hid beyond their strengthened walls,

a conscience hemmed and lost to greed

that beats the weak and shits on fools.

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