Hurting so bad that I smother

Seeing I’m stuck in the gutter

Weeping without one another

Stranded with nothing to plunder


Riches are spread but there vague

Stitches my heart much the same

Ditches my mind like mundane

Runners that carry away


Demons they hide in the day

Summons an angel’s decay

Peons serving evils array

This evil I can not escape


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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