Shaunmatthewcpoetry

The Precipice

I\'m a man becoming set apart,
Eating healthier, not à la carte.
Concrete crumbling in on itself,
So many out there crying for help.
Empathy is dead with those mislead,
Growling stomachs and bloodshed.
Are we on the precipice of a communist fist?
The poor are just worrying about their next dish.