An Alien World
By: Jorge Cabanillas and Stacey Kanellopoulos
Period:3
Ms. Hyde
Every morning we wake up, not noticing how lucky we are,
While little kids are exploited, and stripped from their moms.
We eat our breakfast, without any worry in our heads,
While under paid factory workers are inhaling lead.
Just to feed their kids, and not get evicted
While the antithesis society, bathe in their plethora of riches.
People in the third world are hungry and feeble,
Treated with disparity, turning cannibalistic and lethal.
Survival instincts, engraved in their cerebrum
Discordant of stagnant and corrupt political figures.
Where the recusant are found dead, missing their liver
Surreptitious organ market, enormous and getting bigger
Dictated and suppressed, making their life volatile and bitter.
Enslaved to poverty, as if restrained with fetters
and could care less if they happen to appear disheveled.
Either robbing or working for less then a peso,
Cocaine fields congregated, with people held preso.
Supervisors are rotten, light-years away from mellow
Workers are parched, stamina low, causing them to tremble.
Getting whip lashed if caught, stepping out of line
Strikes forcing compliance and, dilation in their eyes.
Arid, but ironically working for their lives
Making the projects in the U.S., seem like paradise.
Where if the subversive give off a perception of revolution
Without remorse, they’ll cut off your hands and put your moms on prostitution
and what is done, to rectify all this?
Nothing, because the government is full of selfish lobbyist.
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posted by JORGE @ 8:56 PM
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