Satellite Mouths Poem by alexander opicho

You loudly speak as a mouth for hire,
Your eyes look but a proxy of alien vision
You ears hear as delegated organs
Your wholesome body is a satellite machine
Commercially angled for foul prosperity
Going in contrast to the holy covenant
With the Poor folks of your forlorn land,
Can't you realize one time in future
That satellite organs shift in effect
With the shifting balance of the global fortunes,
It is only the voice of gender and the weakly voiceless
That suffers no withdrawl, it comes from eternity
And it will echo persistence beyond the confines
Of the satellite mouth in the poor world
That has destine in the horizon of money
Moral manipulation in contrast to fortitude.