Bought And Sold Poem by Eric Cockrell

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feathers and Bibles,
the priests of rhetoric
masturbate in hidden rooms,

by the bodies of young boys,
the price paid without doubt.
the neon screen blares,

cancer has a new name...
dressed in pride and patriotism.
street vendors passing laws,

feed the monkies!
the truth is
it's all a lie!

they drink martinis behind smoked glass,
sell the souls of the poor
to pay the rent!

leaving black scars on the faces
of children who were never born...
in a world already bought....

bought and sold for nickels and dimes!