Tolls of morning bells --
Pass the wicker basket for
Men under their God.
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A crack of the whip --
Sitting in splendor while slaves
Sow the crop of greed.
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People beneath feet --
This is a country in need
Grey suits turn blind eyes.
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Devil in your hands --
Yet grasping for more, to fill
An abyss, a void.
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Wolves pound the war drum --
Sheep march time rhythmically
Aiming to gain what?
A/N: Day 3 of the 7 day challenge hosted by the PoetsPub.
