The Worthless Masses

         The Worthless Masses

As I look down on the masses
Like snakes writhing within a den
The jabber of their useless cries
Are thrown forth by hapless men

For them I have no empathy
They are the worthless remains
Of those who would succeed but fail
While still they sing their old refrain

A song that rises from their lips
Pierce their spirit and quench their fire
It pulls them down into the pit
And abates their last desire

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Abate...Jabber...Pierce
         Remains...Succeed...Empathy