You are held captive by a vicious
clique of monstrous parasites.
Darkness looms in a way so odious
and adverse for days and nights.
In shambles are your narrow and broad Streets
which were once fit for use unlimited.
With a dismal pittance are daily meats
provided for your masses exploited.
Scores of them perish from the toll
of abandoned contracts,
fraud governs your every set goal
crowning illicit acts.
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The problems of life when, many turns to the odd. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.