Poem: Bruised with black

BRUISED WITH BLACK

It was beaten up by lust for money
Once gleeming torquoise sunny
Now ruined on the corporate torture rack
Once blue, tis now bruised with black
Bashed and bashed its wealth was bled
If they had their way it would be left for dead.

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