They are everywhere
\nSo much despair
\nLive markets victims dying
\nNothingness and nullify
\nObliteration crying
\nCages cages everywhere
\nFull of dying souls
\nSick and injured
\nCancelled out
\nUnbegotten trolls<\/p>\n
Working in these spaces
\nIn residential land
\nIn New York stench and wilfulness
\nThe dead as a dodo band
\nOf people earning money
\nWhere death walks hand in hand
\nBleary eyes rank chickens
\nWho can understand<\/p>\n
A park a children\u2019s playground
\nAnd just across the street
\nA wet market piled high
\nWith death
\nBreaks and heads
\nAll lie
\nStream of blood from under doors
\nWash into the street
\nThis is free America
\nWhere everything is sweet<\/p>\n
Warriors mostly women
\nWith placards do their thing
\nUp against aggression
\nExpletives and they fling
\nAll sorts of threat from hell itself
\nTo those dear women who
\nGive their time to make men see
\nAnd ask what do they do<\/p>\n
Behind closed doors
\nThe stench of death
\nIt wafts just everywhere
\nNo water troughs
\nJust chickens drying our
\nNo one to care
\nThese will end up in a curry
\nIn a pie or flan
\nDragged up thorough a novel
\nBy a greaseball of a man<\/p>\n
We often point our fingers at China
\nAnd the Far East
\nBut actually America
\nPerhaps you thought of least
\nA whole quagmire of forces
\nInequality
\nfeeble weak and underweight
\nIrregularity<\/p>\n
Chaotic and shambolic
\nSluttiish slovenly
\nA ragbag of bedlam
\nFlies everywhere to see
\nAnd actually loads of maggots
\nWriggling on their way
\nOver smelly carcasses
\nThe disease of the day<\/p>\n
A breeding ground for sickness
\nPails of water slipped
\nAnd swept across the sidewalk
\nBy worked far from ripped
\nBlack sacks torn and weeping
\nIllegality
\nA montage of hellish organs
\nBad ass villainy
\nThreatening with violence
\nThe women take it well
\nThey really are extraordinary
\nLaying down their spell<\/p>\n
The environment a shambles
\nExudation everywhere
\nMucus snot and afterbirth
\nAnd not a soul does care
\nOutside of the protestors
\nLife goes on each day
\nWomen push pushchairs
\nAnd kids together play<\/p>\n
New York\u2019s poorer districts
\nA cesspool of desire
\nFeathered angels come and go
\nPlucked and in the fire
\nPerishable expiring
\nBloodshed butchery
\nIt\u2019s suffocating it\u2019s stifling
\nAnimality<\/p>\n
Clearly there is unconsciousness
\nAmong the porters who
\nAre Handling the boxes
\nOf processed chickens few
\nAlive the rest all dressed and ready
\nTo visit the Tandoor
\nSo much heartache so much anguish
\nIt\u2019s like a local war<\/p>\n
Putrefaction hanging
\nAmmonia bad eggs
\nSuffocating fetidness
\nLots of broken legs
\nMany wrong impressions
\nSloppy thinking here
\nToo much emotional baggage
\nThat much is very clear
\nUnwisdom and unenlightenment
\nAnd an excess of fear<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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