Piled high, delicacies and baubles
a birth right of righteousness
the food of the gods for the godly.
heart strings and purse strings too tight
unable to sings, lungs filling with gasps drowning in silence
mouths open for more.
a wind of change carried on black wings
a murder of thieves
to relieve the torture of ownership
to redeem dreams sold for nothing
only in emptiness can a heart know its song
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