i saw you stumble out from the social slaughter house
oppression's progeny
you lift your head and plead for mercy. rocks began as building blocks until they turned to throwing stones; a monolith of dominance we set atop your plinth of bones. this privilege is a prism
reflecting our indecision
the iniquities of inhibition
our indifference gave way to a prison. classes at war
castes are born - criminals are sworn in. place your hands to the pulse of this city