find the ocean just inches
below the desert's surface &
then wait for rain
this is the kingdom of false prophets
these are the bones of old lovers
no one here
wants to be your friend,
but being an enemy has value
too
wars cannot be fought
without cowards
children cannot be raped
without the cold embrace of priests
what matters isn't the truth,
but how pretty the
lies can be made to sound
what matters is power
the shame of being poor is a gift
given freely by the rich
houses built by the hands of
beggars can only fall
you will stand naked in
the ruins of everything you've
never owned and wait like a dog
for the kindness of strangers
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