A Poet Amongst The Sneering Capitalists Poem by mark king

A Poet Amongst The Sneering Capitalists



I walked through the heat

through the endless losing wills

all the teachers are gone

and the gypsy lives with-in me

I pass the unhappy people

with sneers and bloated bank accounts

in the city of nots

knowing they can't see what I see

but maybe they'll hear a verse

and catch a glimpse of the truth!

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