Sliver

Let us be prudent, and maintain a sliver of faith,
Not none, but not very much, that we'll wind up
Living together, happy as hell, in Europe. You
Can say where. As this nation goes backward
And rots from within from congenital violence,
From racism, from what appears to be a certain
Genetic impoverishment, the dull, but aggressive
Dregs of other societies having drifted here,
Bent on making a buck, nothing else, we'll escape.
We'll have croissants and cherish each other,
As we did one time in Paris, and as we, whenever
We can, still avidly do. A sliver of faith, little hope
It will happen, this dream, nonetheless, could
Come true.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-01 at 02:07

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