Fed on nothing
Beaten by something
Daily
The horrors never
Ceasing
'
Men look after children
Women slave away
A whisper here
A bribe there
Scarred twisted legs
Sick health
Hardened thoughts
Bitter hearts
Weakened minds
Tortured souls

Night time
The men pass rations from
Bed to bed
Disease and filth
Decaying corpses lie on the floor
The women dance, sing,
Fuck for more anything
To give to their starving families
What’s left of them
They give themselves
In return for anything
Something
Nothing.