Imagination Made Flesh Poem by Chuy Amante
Imagination Made Flesh
If wine was supplied
how about nature's weed?
A cigarette for the homeless,
love tangible for those who bleed
Food for fatties dying in pain,
kindness as asked for by the insane
Judgment not offered toward the poor pious
just solution for freedom before death, us!
Sell it all, give all, raise up the hurting
if not, your selfish hell's fires cool
by your own blood squirting
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