Storm Without Name!
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Eric Cockrell
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morals and convictions
battered by need and despair,
turn to hard hungry action,
feeding mouths with faces!
the man whipped hard
by profit's demands,
turns on the oppressor,
with nothing to lose!
the word justice ne'er spoken,
the anger of the poor,
turns men into wolves,
that will be fed!
the price of survival narrowed,
to the sudden swift move,
so long in coming...
the storm without name!
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