"Ode to Emotional Fury"

Out in the street I can feel the beat;
Of the relentless pounding of the feet;
Many are blind and do not see;
Many are deaf and do not hear;
The look of death is upon their faces;
They have no noticeable emotions;
Least of all they know not fear;
Like mindless rodents that run through the gutter;
Or the cockaroach that clings to the wall;
They are men leaning upon other men;
Eventual collapse will be their fall;
There is no God or Higher Power;
All is dependent upon their might;
Deprivation from hearing the noise;
Blinded so they have no sight;
While the pounding of feet sings on pavements;
Children go cold and unfed;
I can hear the voices-I can see the visions;
All within my head;
Although it may be but a chapter in a book;
The leaves of pages are empty and frail;
It reads like an epitaph in a growing storm;
Filled with boils and hail;
The locusts feed and grow;
Concealed amongst the weeds;
Nobody notices the open wounds;
Upon which the predators feed;

~Moses~
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