a market for grim reality
in this corporate World economy
so deep in dissembling maneuvers
all united by division of hunger
between eaters and eaten,
where each TV triviality
covers a truth ground under
the rage of blaring rock groovers,
children of beaters and beaten.

Yet poor-rich love still conceives
even after scenes of slaughter,
though joys are inflated currency
for games we promise to believe,
til re-awakened sons and daughters
revive our primal fluency
in the ancient mother language
of freely give and receive?

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