a shallow life followed by a shallow grave.
mice, beating their tin cups on the bars of their cells.
a tiny, frightened excuse of a soul, shriveled by time and darkness,
whining like a hungry dog in the alley.
the scars of hate and dollars across the flesh of the entire world.
the child with no food, no roof, and no hope
who is crushed under the excellent boots of the americans.
counting the weight of gold before counting friends.
"again i say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through
the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of god."