Laurence Overmire


Political Tax - Poem by Laurence Overmire

Decisions made on money
Are quick-fix vanities

Sure to please the rabble
But ransomed at the cost of

Centuries to come
When the wounded drag

Their broken limbs
To the altars of the ancestors

Weeping the salty unkempt tears
of Betrayal.


(Previously published in Autumn Leaves, July 2003)


Comments about Political Tax by Laurence Overmire

  • Rookie - 39 Points Patricia Gale (3/20/2006 9:11:00 PM)

    I agree with Sidi.
    Another great write.

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  • Rookie - 135 Points Sidi Mahtrow (3/20/2006 7:39:00 PM)

    Representation
    Without Taxation.
    It's called,
    Betrayed - all.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 6, 2008


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