Bullies of terror
Bullies of rage
War on poverty
War on minimum wage
Masterpieces write themselves
in their own words
Artists paint themselves
their colors
deeply and darkly displayed
Foot soldiers in the jungle
move on a carpet of bloodshed
Its another morning
after the damage is done
A cripple
on human crutches
has just arrived
The human condition
remains mostly unchanged
over many life spans
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