Different Towers - Poem by Sandra Feldman
Poets have their Ivory Towers,
Where they store their magic powers,
Where they live their perfect hours
That no Times can tear apart.
Politicians in polluted Leaning Towers,
Where they fidget, 'work' and cower,
Thinking up, how to keep Power,
And enslave the human heart.
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