maybe things will become even some day...



Even

Look at you.
Look at us.


Monied fingers pointing
Annointing old hatreds.
At their whim.

They care not one drachma
Or peseta for us...

We must follow follow the money.

We need to know who is rich now
And why.
Then I will think of love
As a fair chance.
After all it's only true
As long as you say it might be.




Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-05-18 at 02:52

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