Troy Ulysses Davis (08/23/70 / Newark, New Jersey)
The sixties were faster
cause the thirties were mastered.
World Wars, natural disasters.
Courageous ran to catastrophe.
It should be that way naturally.
Korea so soon after World War 2.
A few bolts and screws loose.
A new Hiroshima wouldn't do.
So many skirmishes to choose
America tired of soldier blues.
The eighties were faster
cause economics were mastered.
Political minds thought as capitalist.
On every level of politics, doors opened.
Ready for business, company decisions.
The power of the inkpen.
The remedy for labor
in the red too long, needing saviors.
The capitalist and his successes.
Rivaled communism, questionable oppression.
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