Hearsay

I hear the blameless blamed

corroded, cast down into rhetoric,

crushed with punctuation and inflection.

Soulless, salivating saps will feed

and suck the rich tits dry, we’re told.

I’ve never seen them nursing though.

Nor known a bottle given halfway full,

of more than Social Darwinism,

other filth philosophies that

Seek to tear the weak apart

and feed our overlord hyenas

in vain tributes that will never satisfy

voracious appetites.