The face that spoke of suffering
is now, forever, still
The torture done,
Her race is run,
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The 'one percent' are tired
dealing with the unwashed masses
who harass them on Wall Street
while mostly sitting on their asses..
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Every drop of blood slaves shed
beneath the lash and rod
was repaid in kind at Sharpsburg
by the terrible swift sword.
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When he rose to speak, I pitied him,
that tall, ungainly, man.
His speech was high pitched, regional,
but clear to understand.
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They finally did it,
so often they'd tried.
The whole Human race,
dead, a suicide.
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Love is Love
So do not tarry.
If Tom loves Dick
Then they should marry.
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Back in the days of Vietnam
We said: “Make Love, not war.”
No matter how many Cong we killed
Like Doritos, they made more.
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Dappled light through sheltering leaves
on a perfect summer’s day.
My lady love lies on the grass
Alas to pray, not play,
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There are loves that are inseparable,
loves that never leave.
Loves that can define us
This much I do believe.
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The onset was a subtle thing;
a clumsiness, a loss of grace.
She who had been strong and proud
was, suddenly, listless, out of place.
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