Bleed the Beast
A Poem
Bleed the beast they say
But how do I bleed it
When it feeds me
When it needs me
As much as I need it
I want to cleave it off
But to do so
Would be cutting my own arm
One cannot harm another
Without harming themselves
Scarce pantry shelves
The streets are where they want us to dwell
While they rape the wealth we make
They have forsaken us to die
For their lie of separation
For another dollar
They will destroy a nation
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