A Poor Equation Poem by Angela R. M. Ferrer
A Poor Equation
Oh Mother!
Am I so inadequate,
Or he inadequate,
Or the World around us Inadequate?
That in this inadequacy,
Our completion is doomed,
Our hope is ridiculed by an endless stream of Counter-Acts
That whatever decision our Spirits form,
This lack of better and stronger energy,
A lack of Defensive Support,
Leaves a broken formula,
With an Incorrect Answer.
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