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Foreclosure

  • Joseph Marcallini
  • Mar 8
  • 1 min read

Foreclosure,

Put into act by the blind eyes of a landlord

Who never deserved the property 

Blind to the scenes, deaf to the screams,

As there, they’re

Vile.


Protecting,

The fearlessness is almost unheard of,

As the rations run out

Irrational acts continued

It’s not theirs, it’s

Immorality.


To the actors who speak fake lines

Merely for propagandaic production with comes along distribution

Of their selfish desires consciously known

By everyone with the screws of their hearts

Fastened tightly who aid the effort, “Depart from me, for I never knew you.” Matthew, one who does not feast with baboons, (7:21-23)


Come to mind, O’ sidewalks, paths clear,

Come to mind, O’ breath, clean as The People’s souls,

And come to mind, O’ aftermath, from which stems silence and the loss of a world once filled with death, but never so great in number or Latin’s vice versa in Pax, for a second Romana is needed, one that is built in a day, hopefully just as great.


They won’t for much longer, for resolve is arriving, embracing with a hand shake and a bloody dagger behind its back, they won’t much longer…


 
 
 

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