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Phillip Zhuwao

THE ROTTEN FRUIT

THE ROTTEN FRUIT

THE ROTTEN FRUIT

When was it?
When hunger's question pleaded,
‘Can I?’

When was it?
When profit's smile drove the nail
‘Times have changed please pay.’

Is something dead?
Somewhere something is smelling
I hope it's not the fruit.

When man prays to God
and gets nothing
he gives nothing to his fellow man
For he will feel betrayed.
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THE ROTTEN FRUIT

When was it?
When hunger's question pleaded,
‘Can I?’

When was it?
When profit's smile drove the nail
‘Times have changed please pay.’

Is something dead?
Somewhere something is smelling
I hope it's not the fruit.

When man prays to God
and gets nothing
he gives nothing to his fellow man
For he will feel betrayed.

THE ROTTEN FRUIT

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