The battle raged
Not of bloody implements
Nor boundary impediments

To give unto
With feckless generosity
An unending propensity

Conserve not deserve
Controlling animosity
Empty sophistry

Poor and poorer
Those with not without
Those pretend at the devout

Gain giving pain
Care for the alimony
Careless with full acrimony

Falling through a hole in the universe
The black hole of the right
Pretending that a moment’s thought
Is acknowledgement of the plight
The cancer of misinformation
The rancour at those in need
The lies of a media complicit
God’s wrath is what I plead

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