For half a dollar
Does your mother know?How you created her life
By sending a child
Into the deep silent ground
Does your father know?
How you gave him the Porsche
By watching a city bleed
And inhale your poison
Does your sister know?
How you got her to Harvard
Given the chances of her life
A young boy mysteriously disappeared
Does your brother know?
That every time he says "I"
One of those who made him king
Vanish into a deep dark hole
Looking for the silver chains you wear
Looking for the heart of a mountain
All in the name of your driveway and porches
They live to die in your wastelands
For half a dollar and kids without hands
Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 10:31
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