next to weather maps
spread outward from oak chairs,
near power pinnacles,
lie orifices of the poor, most
bleeding from blows struck
for hatred, blows too granite-tough
to avoid, night
wounds in the middle of poverty,
votes of constituents blunted by
whispered corridor words,
and nothing counted after all.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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