Eric Cockrell

Foreclosure Packing - Poem by Eric Cockrell

Vietnam era workers,
three bedroom brick,
and a basement...

laid off, sold off,
401k gone....
Buick in the drive,

foreclosure packing,
Kent State and Nixon,

Reagon's America....
financial moral collapse.
the smell of napalm lingers

in houses left empty!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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