he bowed down to his belief. . .
confident faith would be his relief. . .
he waited for the delivery of. . .
wealth, health, and love. . .
he spoke ill of his brother. . .
believed in something other. . .
he used up his wife until blench. . .
then found a younger wench. . .
he taunted and used the whore. . .
for a dollar she did her dirty chore. . .
stain cheeks with no complaints. . .
last night, her precious babies ate. . .
a heart exploded and died. . .
no one cared, no one cried. . .
liars created fairy tales. . .
fools made quick deals. . .
screaming silent for the meek. . .
as they hid among the weak. . .
smiling like circus clowns. . .
entertaining up and down. . .
wasted and gone were yesterday. . .
upon arthritic knees they prayed. . .
for justice among their kind. . .
the ones of like mind. . .
in a sterile bubble they lived. . .
to the poor they give. . .
to create restitution. . .
for their life of illusion. . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 4/26/16
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