Criminals of purpose
danced with the devil.
Reduced intellectual discussion
to a degenerate level.
Raised their hands to click;
in favour of opinions that could never stick.
Criminals of purpose
heard the children’s cries.
Didn’t discuss or debate
but issued statements of empty lies.
Imprisoned by greed;
in favour of a better world ignorant of those who bleed.
Reach through the bars.
Strive to touch the stars.
Beggars and queens
speak to each other,
speak of your dreams.
But patience was overthrown by hedonism,
Words from the new master;
‘dessert? no we choose disaster.’
re-inking life... 