poor little homeless waif you were promised so much but in the end all you’ve been given are worthless words words impossible to digest and further give off no warmth when winter comes nor cooling shade from summer’s heat oh but rest assured you were useful in getting them elected but you can’t take that to the bank
as we cycled by
a corpse
had been placed
by
the side of the road
it needed to
be counted
by
an official
who
could not
arrive
today
so
the body
was placed outside
of
the village
that
would facilitate
the count
tomorrow
since
the official
could
just drive by
to enter it
into
the records
then
the body
could be buried
afterwards
that
reminded me
of
how we vote
in this country
placing the body
of
freedom
on the side of
the road
of
personal gain
not realizing
our children
will have
to
bury the body
unwrapping presents sharing moments of laughter all’s well in your world a limited world excluding homeless children and those left alone by time have another glass of cheer
child of the dead your name has been lost soon you will forget their touch and the warmth of their words these muddy fields and makeshift tents are you new parents but they will not embrace you nor seek to feed you now you alone must do those things expect only more tears
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