No Limits - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

No Limits

The opportunity presents itself
To do whatever he wishes,
In any way he wants,
No limits, constraints,
But for conscience.
Chooses exploitation
And lining his pockets
With their misery.
A trajectory foretold by
Ingrained years of pain.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer