With no microscopic lens,
Am able to x-ray it
To take a correct view of the inside,
Its skeleton and frame,
I know it now it is all selfish
Yet I’m stationed at the periphery
I’m never an insider
At the peripheral,
Am able to study it well,
Am able to see them flock like birds
Like scavengers and vultures,
Hoarding in their multitudes
Clambering over a drop
Licking even the traces destined for flies
X-raying the inside of a skeleton at the periphery
I saw the gut, the colon to the rectum of supremacy
Its red tape whirlwinds around serving the gut and colon
A fateful end for the individuals involved,
To a privileged few that had survived the episode
X-raying the bonds of clout
Its wind is gusty
Combatants swirl shoulders,
Jostling over for favor and rewards
My naked eyes could too examine the depth of interest,
Contending for space
Rivaling for none other than food meant for rural poor
Gratifying themselves for gains,
Earned by orphans,
widows, and the poor of a society
X-raying the skeleton at the periphery
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