The Common Struggle…

An empty heart leads to a murderous hand…

Their fingertips drip blood like leaky faucets,

They strap on their suits, ties fastened tight upon the collar,

to negotiate the sins a whipping boy will take stripes for….

Our pain is of no concern,

They laugh in between stiff sips of expensive liquors, scribbling big words with cheap pens, exchanging cheap smiles.

The business man makes his move and kills yet another pawn…

Another life wasted, just a common man with common debts,

Common bills stack on a corner of a shelf, screaming to be paid…

They’ll surely starve a while more.. for there are belly’s aching to be filled..

Nothing left but common tears to cry, from common women, with common children,

All while they go to uncommon parties and somehow, fuck uncommon whores, drink uncommon wine-own uncommon bank accounts

They fight uncommon wars using common lives.. They continue to dance on uncommon floors built on the shoulders of the common man…

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