Pastime - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Pastime

In an enormously wealthy
Nation, cruelty exists
As a pastime relished by
Malefactors with nothing
Better to do than
Step on another neck
To feel better about
Themselves for a moment
While deliriously rolling in
Stacks of money,
Reminding themselves and
Their accomplices how much
Better they are than
Those other people.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer