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For the lust of money 

they appear out of 

the woodwork in their droves,

and after the dollars have fallen out of the pockets of those 

who take home the trophies

They scuttle back into

their elaborate prisons

to adorn the mantles of wealth with the hunters horn

while the servitude lot 

barter with lose change 

to clean up the bones 

on the carcass of hardship 

and poverty..

Avie.