And justice bows where wealth and power reside.
No torch remains—just floodlights on the shore,
To blind the weak and turn away the poor.

Their children caged, their cries a wasted breath.
We sell the dream for five million in chrome,
Yet leave the poor to hunger, pain, and death.
The traitors march with banners raised on high,
Their crimes erased, their freedom draped in pride.
While traffickers pass through with knowing eyes,

The Hollow Colossus
Give me your wealthy, those who pay the fee,
The proud elite with gold upon their hands.
But cast away the lost, the refugee—
Let steel and ocean guard these broken lands.
No haven waits for exiles torn from home,

Sadly, this is true. 😞

I finally gathered the courage to go do EMDR but when I saw his book on her shelf…it became a two for one special…my first and last visit.