Beneath the banner of progress we stride,
But shadows stretch where the weak collide.
The strong feast well, their table spread,
While the fragile crawl, half-alive, half-dead.
Like wolves, we hunger for flesh and bone,
Tear at the wounded, strip them to stone.
No mercy for those who stagger and fall,
The frail are crushed beneath the crawl.
We dress it in law, in custom, in grace,
But it's hunger, pure hunger, that devours the face.
They beg for bread, we give them chains,
Bind them in labor, drown them in pains.
We build our thrones from the backs of the meek,
We claim it's justice, but it's power we seek.
The rich grow fat, their coffers swell,
While the poor bleed out in the cracks of hell.
We preach of kindness, but our hands stay closed,
We clutch our wealth while their suffering grows.
Survival of the fittest, a bitter creed,
We kill with smiles while they starve and plead.
The sick, the broken, the lost, the lame-
They serve as fodder in our twisted game.
The strong grow stronger, the weak are erased,
A kingdom of predators, where mercy's misplaced.
And still we rise, on bones of the small,
Our towers gleam while the helpless fall.
The world spins on, in this endless strife,
Where humanity preys on what's left of life.
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When Silence Wept
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
