cry, beloved
the world rewards those sharp toothed men
power is a game for them.
justice lies; all can be bought,
souls slave to greed, that higher god
who freezes pity sharp as ice
the innocent will pay the price.
the children cry, but are not heard
in a world that slaughters mockingbirds.
Inside the Belljar
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