Benchwarmer
What honor the bastard purports to haveIs in the robe. It's its, not his. Look at
Him pocketing packets of cash. Hear
How he tells one with nothing to pay,
And the one who has everything,
“Have some more.” Savior of privilege,
Scourge of need, he is justice in name,
Not in deed.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2011-09-02 at 21:40
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