Poverty’s Purgatory

Sticks and stones break your bones,

Rocks embedded in your sole,

Dirt in your eyes,

Mud flecks upon your thighs,

The devil whispers within the walls,

His deadly poison, you wail and call,

 

You hear heart’s stop and bodies drop.

 

They come firing blanks into the haze,

Their monster’s chasing you into the desert maze,

You run to the heat hurt hills,

Throw away your seven-year-old skin,

 

You hear heart’s stop and bodies drop.

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