S&M

The past has not passed;
With present danger does it lurk.

Pure White House

Heathens all, whose skin is browned;
Children, caged, won’t make a sound.

Hard to describe
When you’re five; with nothing at stake.

Hold up a mirror,
Question your stance

Settle for nothing
Until someone listens.

On this knife edge
I’m nurtured

Grief strikes without mercy

Smoking causes strokes and disability,
Like half the pills you dish out willingly.

Market your misery,
Profit from pain.

‘Donate and save lives’ our celebrities say;
Utter contempt on sickening display.