stream of consciousness: the persecuted

unspoken halves, tales never told-of-the-past, the chosen last, the poor left in lowered caste, who walk the path littered with broken glass consoled by flasks like liquored up blokes and lads, we spoke too crass for folks of the owning class, disowned us fast, our struggle too hard to grasp, our hopes were dashed, crushed under molten casts, as swollen mass all rushed the golden calves. i'm rolling fast, doped up on olden hash, i sold my last, killer-grammar coke for cash, so scope aghast the gat that i'm holding blasts, the open gash leaves many broken halves...


[think bronze nazareth - 5th chamber instrumental]

inequality of opportunity in modern society is its greatest threat