Joyce Rugg

(2/21/1996- / olean new york)

Brutality


You'll do anything to win
Without a second thought
Does comfort make it easier
To forget what you've been taught?

Heedless of the warning signs
The beacon in their dying eyes
When they come back to haunt you
Is it really a surprise?

What once was pure necessity
Is now just a cruel sport
How many will you kill
To live a life you can't support?

Rob them of their voices
To hide the truth they sing
Build a stairway of their bodies
To reach your rightful place as king

Every creature must bow
Before your blackened, rotting throne
Stoop to kiss your bloodstained hands
View with awe your crown of bone

This gem you do not value
But trade so carelessly
There'll always be a market
Swapping life for luxury

Submitted: Wednesday, February 15, 2012

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