Chiken

by Gwynne   Apr 3, 2005


Trapped in panic and despair
Depressed from never seeing their children
thoughts of suicide, ending in murder
How readily the flesh melts from their bones

Bitter ghosts;
Hungry for success and honor,
Injured by shame and over work,
Crawl out of the slaughter houses
In search of what they never had:
Happiness

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