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,

selfishly fail.

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

encompassing force.

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

its next,

to hold in its sufficating vex.