Wall of Shame
Imagine for a moment it was you...
praying for freedom and life
for your little ones
Color does not matter
all parents long for better
for their children
Shame on that prancing prig
whose money is a wall between
fantasy and reality
A rich man cannot begin to know
what it is to go to bed hungry
To be sick because you have
no heath insurance
to never know peace
To walk hundreds of miles
in stultifying heat and misery
only to look down the barrel
of a gun while your children
weep with thirst and empty bellies !
Welcome to America, seig heil
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OldPoet
I am known as OldPoet and I live in seclusion with my two precious rescue cats, Sissy and Chico in Portland, Oregon. I am a working poet, disabled from DV and spend my days writing. My work has appeared in myriad places.
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