I startedand ended this

I started

and ended 

this year 

as an

intern

 

No prized position

but surely had its perks

coffee stains

free chips

 

the first one

in Febuary

was a room 

full of socialists

facing a wall

dialing a phone number

 

the second one

in August

was a room

full of liberals

facing each other

dialing a phone number

 

we fought hard 

as one

revoultinaries 

bliinded by reality

something poetic in the fight

but we lost

and maybe that

was even more poetic

This poem is about: 
My community

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