grand those fortunes
which still pour,
grains of purest sugar
from sores in sacks where it's kept
they never bother the floors -
hillocks at times swept
for country club dues,
or spent on jaguars
the youngsters will drive -
it refills from endless supply,
now out of ransomed dreams
a rabble may dare,
repaid in their knees
and knuckles worn bare
bleeding tremolite lungs of old men
lending respectability to old names,
ensuring children's safe distance
from wizened brown limbs
of people forefathers traded,
broken black bodies hidden
in mounds of white wealth,
heathen souls saved at the altar,
naked but for irons they wore
lives mortgaged for
their good Christian deaths
all for sweetness
of more.
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
grand those fortunes
which still pour,
grains of purest sugar
from sores in sacks where it's kept
they never bother the floors -
hillocks at times swept
for country club dues,
or spent on jaguars
the youngsters will drive -
it refills from endless supply,
now out of ransomed dreams
a rabble may dare,
repaid in their knees
and knuckles worn bare
bleeding tremolite lungs of old men
lending respectability to old names,
ensuring children's safe distance
from wizened brown limbs
of people forefathers traded,
broken black bodies hidden
in mounds of white wealth,
heathen souls saved at the altar,
naked but for irons they wore
lives mortgaged for
their good Christian deaths
all for sweetness
of more.
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