Fighting for breath
A pillow is pressed down
upon her face.
She is truly held
in its embrace.
So many stand and watch
The breath draining from her chest.
But they refuse to empathise,
As they know no such oppress.
She screams in the silence,
to no avail.
All those with the power to save,
People are so ego-centred it would seem.
Is it because they are too damn scared to intervene?
No. It's because their bank balance
will surely rise.
Even if it does mean
her unfortunate demise.
She struggles against this
But it simply pushes down harder,
with no remorse.
She let's out her last breath,
her body goes still...
Surely corruption has had its fill?
But no, intead it carefully selects
to hold in its sufficating vex.