Wont Leave Enough!

no more fruit to pick,
no more vegetables to harvest!
what you gonna do with us now?

pass out guns and pills,
hope we kill each other....
turn our towns and cities...

into new oil fields!
spread the cancer,
sterilize by unseen chemicals,

AID's, and even worse,
by design, not fate....
cant spread the wealth,

wont leave enough
to fill your tables and
feed your beastly stomachs!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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