Feed The Beast # 2 Poem by Eric Cockrell
Feed The Beast # 2
cocksure, religious pure,
a double set of rules.
rich or poor, different doors,
they play us like we're fools!
Wall Street, dressed in sheets,
burning crosses in the fire.
homeless eyes, the future dies,
to feed the well paid liars!
the wheels of justice keep on turning.
you keep spending more than you're earning.
people keep dying, bodies are burning....
feed the beast, the world keeps turning!
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8/29/2026 3:23:52 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
As good as the first. A fantastic poem.