Prick
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Sieve them into manageable little emotions
Serve them in doses that prick, don’t pierce
A few thousand pricks and the human race
Doesn’t feel, doesn’t hear, doesn’t see.
A little tear for a little murder, a sigh for a rape
A quick press on the button for a bullet
Implore, ignore, implore, ignore
Until the implore touches home
Touching is no longer a feeling
But the groping of perfumed, stinking flesh
The eyes towards the camera
The eyes towards the fame
Where you fill your boobs and empty your brains
virtue is the biggest vice
Tell the starving millions
You can never be too thin my dear.
A myth is used for gain
A stone as an excuse to massacre
A few words written long ago
Twisted and warped to breed hate
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