No Title Poem by Lisa Hogan

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I worry
and some can understand
protesting against revolution
promoting mass pollution
to the sanity of the unborn

whom may some day
digress and stray
away from the flock of mockingbirds

and soon become
a refugee
in a time lapse
with tattered maps
of where it all began
and how we start again

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