a lonely poet boy
nereah oketch
WHY DO,THEN NOT?
you with the healthy bodies,
and the wealthy pockets.
make them, then break them
and pay for it too!
you with beautiful bodies,
seeking pleasure so feverishly,
quickly, cruelly, gruesomely,
denounce the outcome of it all.
say me; condemned murderers.
believe me wretched souls
stop it or be done with me!
nurture them as you were done!
their cries are silent almost dead.
tears lost in all, not seen,
by death they do cry
trust it, you shall pay!
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