WHEN NOTHING IS MUTUAL

Hands bleed as they dig the soil
For the mouths that never stop
Eyes stare wearily across
Hoping to sight the souls that stray
In anxious wait, legs pace
Hoping that minds will fit in the end
But all along ears don’t hear or listen
For nothing can stop a glutton
From stealing from even a beggar.

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