Sandra Martyres Poems

Very late one night
Devoid of any fright
He tip toed outside
Hoping to hitch a ride
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The serenity
On the face of the Buddha
Shames his disciples
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He wore a leather collar
Seemed to have a pedigree
Yet no one claimed him
He remained a street dog
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I don't know why we are the way we are
Why we lie when the truth is often easier
Why we walk past a beggar untouched
When all that it would take to change his mood
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What won’t a politician do to get votes
He’ll sell his soul and even distribute currency notes
He cares not a fig for the admonitions
Of the sometimes overzealous electoral commissions
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He stood quietly by the door,
Every bit of clothing he possessed he wore
He was a pathetic sight
He brought human misery to light
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He grits his teeth
And bites his tongue
To calm his nerves
And keep remembering that
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Bernie Madoff has become a household name
And the questions raised are the same
How did he manage to gain so much clout
With large investors without raising a doubt
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In these days, with investors so blind
Only one thought crosses the mind
When there is an untimely death and attendant gloom
Is whether, he is another victim of the toxic asset boom
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Over a year has gone by
She was on that train
She heard the blast
But she was riveted to her seat
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