Falling Over Fallen Timber

Deserts will flow
    over paths and roads
Paper prayers
    file under: Forgotten
Tragic endings await wealthy minorities
    hiding assets inside
        crumbling walls
The under-payed want more
        time off work
Sulking in memories
        of lower class treatments
        suits and ties
        fathers and politicians
Huddling close
        in a circle heating up
Possessions begin
        to lose meaning
Time has become
    compacted, stretched and lost
Lost to the unemployment rate
                social benefits are now faked
Whosoever thought of monetary system
            should be held responsible
Is it defensible?
                    Ruined pastures
Falling over fallen timber


The End

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