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Poem for the People
We reached the count and the count was nigh
beneath pages turned by God’s uncaring sigh.
The pilgrimage brewed to border the leading light
when all drawing caused lost body, discontinued.
The skyscrapers highlighted a further sight,
spat there by who knows what glutton,
and stories of children already missing
their childhoods moved through ear to ear
until I stopped to a milk carton.
“There are many things to fear,” I tell
one of them, “so every day when
you wake up shine and put on
your suit of armor, ’cause there’s no telling
how many rocks will be thrown at you.”
beneath pages turned by God’s uncaring sigh.
The pilgrimage brewed to border the leading light
when all drawing caused lost body, discontinued.
The skyscrapers highlighted a further sight,
spat there by who knows what glutton,
and stories of children already missing
their childhoods moved through ear to ear
until I stopped to a milk carton.
“There are many things to fear,” I tell
one of them, “so every day when
you wake up shine and put on
your suit of armor, ’cause there’s no telling
how many rocks will be thrown at you.”
Posted 10/09/11
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