A Vow

I'm going to start updating more so this doesn't take forever. Maybe a couple a week. :)

To every half there is a whole
To every dark there is a light
To every home there is a Hell
Nothing's different here

Escape she thought for sure she'd find
But here the streets are all the same
A starved one here, a cold one there
But somehow, much less hope.

Once she thought for certain
Hell had just one home
But now she found it spread and festered
With no natural bounds.

Even here, such greedy hands
Sought to take what little she had
But just as she did with the scum at home
She left them scared and running

Even here, the small did fall
While large did take their spoils
Impoverished, sickness, selfishness
Infected all the air

She wondered briefly as she stole some bread
If this was all there was
Surely all could rise or fall
Given the proper push

In rags no better then those around
She rose and made a vow
She's push and shove with all her might
Until her life was spent.


Next Week: The Debtor