The Feast of Innocence

by Jay   Mar 18, 2014


Howling stomachs
Vacant and bare
Over stuffed
In rich despair

Empty abundance
Spills onto the plate
Mouths cracked
Dried by the taste

Fed in idol profusion
Cans filled brimming with lies
Fattened on the feast of innocence
Another child slowly dies
-Jay Pierce-

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