Josephine DixonBanks Poems

I pledge allegiance to mass mentality
The dark ages masquerading as individuality
A clone is the throne of your mind
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The community has no immunity from the systematic demise
Of inner city enterprise

This demise creates economic development for administrations
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When the party’s over will I still have a friend
If, you don’t love me now, you didn’t love me then

Ya tried to get away but you couldn’t
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When the moving van came to carry away what was left
Of our being together
It carried away the furniture, the clothes
It didn’t carry away the love left lingering in my heart
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Great goodness of sweet loving.
Man you are refreshing that only comes after a drought.
Us straying apart would be like lifting the sand up off
the beach to see what is underneath.
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If you have a desire to know
the library is the place to go
let the library be your surrogate college
until you can afford institutionalized knowledge.
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Dress in sequence, wearing shoes of pretense
The Oldest Profession glides into view
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Behind the mask of high moral standards
Murder and destruction is the total being
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A cure for war
This incurable birth defect
Infectious disease making house calls
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I guess the five hundred Nations were exterminated
I guess slavery was, I guess slavery was

How can the history book over look
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