The Blood Merchants

Blood merchants
Their last commodity
For they have no lobbyists to speak

There is no voice for the growing weak
Drowning in poverty
Blood merchants

Blood merchants
No longer oddities
For many shades of outlook stand bleak

Through the centrifuge every week
In silent colloquy
Blood merchants

Blood merchants
Let this line prophecy
A calling fate on more this will wreak

The bloodletter’s deal for many will leak
Absent life’s quality
Blood merchants

I decided to give a little background on this piece. As with many people of my country and this world, I have found myself working harder than I ever have to bring in just enough to keep the roof over my head. In these events I found myself at a local Plasma Donation clinic. It’s a two-fold trip for me, I earn a some change to help keep food in my stomach and help those in need with life-giving plasma. Being at this clinic has allowed me to meet and share with people from ALL walks of life that find themselves in the same shoes…”I just need help getting by” they say to me each time I visit the blood merchants line. My reply? A smile and “My friend, so do I”.  The shame they feel, the hopelessness, the worry…it simply breaks my heart. I have met all types, businessmen, stay at home moms, our proud soldiers, and yes…people just like me and some very different. Each caught up in their own financial circumstances, each caught in their own tangled worries, each not even remotely in the minds of the people sworn to serve their needs.  I wrote this piece today as I made my donation for them, for the voices that are not heard. To all the cash lined ideologues arguing between wrong and right, its time to notice that the blood merchants are standing in line, day and night.

This piece written in my invented form style Hyper-Thrice and contributed to dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night #3
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