Poezja

A society damaged
By too much connectivity 
But less consideration for correctivity
Out the window, gone is humanity 
And suspended is unity
While she is fornicating
Her mother is two-timing 
While her father, seconds away  
From raping their neighbors’ goat 
All are devils in an angel’s coat
Yet wonder why priest and pastors,
Prefer young boys and are passed us 
Economically, from our pocket
Feeding like electronics to a socket
Who’s going to change the docket? 
Because enough is enough
These leaches must go