See the problem is Our economy is doctored with Practitioners Of lacked taxes Backed by Scavengers Who hold currency Like they aren’t aware It’s only powerful currently Billionaires in whittled chairs Made from trees that bared The fruits of middle class labors Topping on the cake We had dangled for days As we strangled, choking On euphemisms We couldn’t have the fission Of appetite and indulgence True religion A future remains unsustained Jeopardized by neglect, And reprise Of high rate suicides, Communal divides, The weakness of so-sigh, Exhale Breathe deep Talk is cheap, What do we speak for? So when the glass breaks We keep a fond memory Of the namesake Freddie Gray And not Michael Kors
- Sean Dackermann










