Rage
Those with no voice are profit centers
I feel rage for all those encaged
I feel rage against those that profit from pain
Slicing up the remains of those that don't remain
I feel rage for those in prison
I feel rage against those that profit from being inhumane
Locking up tokers for no other crime than being smokers
I feel rage for those in tents
I feel rage against the system that profits from funds that don't get spent
Locking up the poor, for being poor
We will never be free
until the most helpless of us are free
It rages me to see
that it takes a few clicks
to also incarcerate me
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G. A. Botero
I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.
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