Take it all for yourself. Pool up the wealth. Cripple those in ill health. Myself. Each self. Yourself.
Why should anyone share? It isn’t supposed to be fair. Have power, will scare. Less care. What care? No care.
Copy it, market it, sell it on. Small trader’s hopes gone. Give in to each don. A con. This con. The con.
Hardened by grimy soot. Tough under each jutted foot. The struggling empty gut. Howling mutt. Growling mutt. Mournful mutt.
Crumbs shouldn’t drop to the floor. Beggars asking for more. Wounded families, sore. Greedy poor. Filthy poor. The poor.
Darkness crawls through the light. Crushing all that is right. Turning summer to winter’s night. Strangling delight. Sapping delight. End of delight.
ACTON28: AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC 