Whispers (Habitations of Cruelty)
Equity went on a voyage, it was Thursday
No loss day for immoral
Another pacto de retro, scrawled
Hands extended in greeting
When credit account smiled in guile
Truth turned a blind eye.
Everyone tagged with a price
At dawn, a new life shrills
Barely was the ties cut between mother and child
When malady paid a visit
A trip to the physician
Verdict...