Ray Lucero Poems

80 years, another “Great Depression”
Deep ruts in a troubled Nation’s path
Failed Banks, no jobs, no fabrication
Eat again Steinbeck “Grapes of wrath”
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A donkey turning a millstone is not trying
to press oil from seeds. He is running away
from the blow that was just struck and is hoping
to avoid the next.
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‘Tis true, the few control the many
By telling men they know the way
Using tricks and religious alchemy
Connection to our soul they delay
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It seems elected ones have lost integrity
DC, where scandals 'n high crimes abound
Too many politicians' act out abhorrently
Their running Constitution into the ground
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An East Indian voice was muted
For a private war against racism
His explicit zeal cannot be refuted
A poet driven to schizophrenism
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One day a swarm of mosquitoes complained to God

“Lord God we must protest! ”
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Ask not for what you desire
God Grants what you need
Resist impulses to acquire
Multitudes...He Doth Feed
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A hand is quicker than the eye
Sleight ‘o hand, magician’s tool
Truth falsified, arcane glorified
Of those blind he makes a fool
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Indeed we live in troubled times
Our days filled with angst n’ worry
Good folk committing petty crimes
Blindly going nowhere in a hurry
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Human trafficking, most unsavory,
Still practiced in the world today!
Evil men engaged in modern day slavery,
On innocent women n' children they prey
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