Friday, April 17, 2020

poem of the day April 17


Gambling lives
for a fist full of
someone else's
hard earned money
Is starting to form
dire bread lines where
the poor serve cake
to  other walking poor
Neither can afford shoes
I fear the guns are
are not that far behind
hiding in a long moon 
impatiently waiting in scared souls
for their teams to give the go word 

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