Thursday, March 19, 2020

poem of the day March 19


Where do the homeless go'
when the ship sinks?
Are they all trapped on the Titanic
Below deck, doors bolted shut
Not able or allowed on lifeboats
How do they save themselves
from drowning in uncharted waters? 
Feels to me  like a big storm of a revolution 
is a brewing somewhere out in the virus wave that be

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