Our over-organised;
oppositions,
take our beliefs,
our wants, and, needs,
our sustenance,
their; gnashing teeth,
to contract, possess,
and, bind.

So,
take those; little wins
those sunny, smiling,
sporadic rarities,
those pleasing,
preposterous scarcities,
and, hold them close,
buried; deep inside.

Our monopolistic enemies,
inherit excuses;
for their wanton wealth.

As, poverty;
becomes a parlour game,
unshelved,
or, a crying shame,
for the fortunate, to blot.

So, beware,
the sport of so-called;
"equality",
where your sorrows multiply,
evil prospers,
as, Babylon gleefully;
divides, and, conquers.

And, the winners;
pay the losers;
to "Rest In Peace"-ful;
rot.

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