Francie Lynch Poems

On this side of the bridge,
Between time and eternity,
A foothill to the Necropolis,
Rises the cathedral.
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We need to talk to strangers,
If we wish to make new friends,
Get a date, find a mate,
A partner til our end.
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I always wanted
To be a sage,
Have ears attentive
When I speak,
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Be careful where you sit your ass,
Keep your kids off the grass,
Take a stroll but wear a mask,
Wash your food,
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When I'm not content
In my skin,
I identify with
My animal kin.
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Before we're born
The perimeter
Has been pieced together,
A fine frame
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I won't accept the end
Gently or gracefuly,
But begrudgingly
In private anguish
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He tittered and cackled
At the refugee plight,
Revelled in innocents
Running for life.
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There's movement afoot.
Occupants and sycophants
Are scattering
From the Rainbow Rooms
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Birthed by altruism or selfishness,
Motivated by personal gain
Or the forfeiting of a nation;
It's the betrayal of friends,
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