Take, Take, Take!

vomit, crying,
gut wrenching,
slap in the face....

America's indifferent hunger
swallows it's own poor,
drowning in their jobless stupor....

take, take, take!
now nothing left
but the crumbs of greed,

falling from the chins
of the unsuspecting;
who blindly followed,

in the name of God,
wearing patriotic boots....
souls made of the flesh

colored by forgotten need!

(inspired by Terence Craddock)

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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