Low

21/03/2015 14:16

Low upon the gutters top, 
top and high of the moral ground 
ground up pulses in the soil, 
soil that covets the bones. 

Bones of crooked memories, 
memories of those twisted lives, 
lives of corrupt business men 
Businessmen that lie. 

Lying with a mouth of secrets, 
secrets that fester in the barrel 
barrel of that smoking gun 
gunning for our hearts. 

Hearts they fill with our rage, 
Rage, you’ll find, that never pays. 
Pays for them but not for you, 
You reach a new low.