Numbing
by Sam M. Phillips

War gin,
You win,
Saintly sin,
We spin,
Swallowed,
Hollowed,
Children wallow in pity,
Base men and women move through the city,
No witty remark
To provide stark contrast to this numbing,
A dumbing down,
Multiple-generation clown,
The town is teeming,
Souls dreaming,
Passed out,
Cast down,
Turned around by maddening elixir,
The false fixer,
Stir the pot,
Hot brew bubbling,
Ravaging the body,
A rummaging never stopping,
Worth stolen,
Society beholden to moonshine goddess,
This is where they make the best,
You will be put to the test
As you wrestle with addiction,
Affliction affronts,
Confronts society’s ills,
The stills boil over,
The liquid lover,
Ready to seduce
And reduce all those who use to madness,
Sadness builds in me to see such waste,
A whole race lost,
Unable to even count the cost.

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