Hardship
It'll come one day, in the wake of the loomingDisasters, the famines, brought on by the unending
Heat, the droughts everywhere when the glaciers
Have gone, and, of course, the pandemics,
Relentlessly paring away those once labeled
Superfluous. Somewhere, walled off, where
Lives go on unchanged, a man feels the hardship.
He looks at his car and asks, “Who's going
To polish this thing?”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-02-28 at 00:16
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