Sandra Martyres Poems

Death is recession proof
Bringing in new business deals
For Insurers and Undertakers
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The town wore a deserted look
Rubble scattered and piled
All around the skeletons
Of the once beautiful buildings
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Long sinewy fingers
Typing furiously
E-mail after e-mail
On a laptop
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After ten long years
Johnny returned home
Everything seemed unchanged
The Aged father sat
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Her long tresses tossed in the air
Gave her a rather unkempt look
As she raced across the sands
In a daring attempt to challenge
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The sound of guns
Could be heard everywhere
There was no immediate hope of peace
Neither for the young nor for the old
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Madoff and Stanford
Leaving wealth and luxury behind
Now dream in prison
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She carefully arranged the
last remains of
her poetic ambitions
while he helped to drive
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The death of a friend
Can leave one devastated
Fate is often cruel
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