Darkness oozes from your mouth and your eyes turn black
Your thoughts are filled with greed and shellfish thievery
Your teeth are razor sharp and your tongue drips with false truths
Their screams and cries of help are denied by a greedy devil who seems not to care
For only if he saw the pain that was stitched upon innocent face
Then the corruption might fade away
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Themes From A Small Place
PoetryPoems based on the themes of the book, A Small Place, by Jamaica Kincaid