PROFIT
I saw a man nailed to the window
of a supermarket
and as the blood rolled slowly down the glass
I thought I heard him say a prayer.
of a supermarket
and as the blood rolled slowly down the glass
I thought I heard him say a prayer.
But the trolleys clattered on
and the women chattered on
and the tills played their money melody.
and the women chattered on
and the tills played their money melody.
So I rolled up my shopping list scroll
and walked home
and walked home
Copyright The Estate of Mark Brawn
Transcendent Zero Press 
Nice protest. RIP
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