RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Downtown high rises filled with mirrors, reflecting
the incompetence of businessmen and lawyers through-
out the day.
Lies reflecting and reminding them of good deeds
gone undone, heartache replacing peace in poor people
that they themselves have caused.
Tenants of these skyscrapers have mistakenly misplaced
being in mid-air with notions of their superiority and
think themselves gods above everyone else.
Airs put on from their own minds have no truth or
reality in this life, yet they go on believing their
own lies, while taking lives away, discarding them
like droplets of water being tossed out of a fountain,
or leaves dropping to the cement ground without anyone noticing.
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