Eric Cockrell

Gone Fishing - Poem by Eric Cockrell

gone fishing...
Wall Street keeps grinding,
bombs keep falling overseas.

the homeless still cry out,
the hungry stare...
and the feeble old man

still needs help...
the air's filled with carbon,
the oceans' filled with oil.

corporate America keeps leeching,
and the rich pay no taxes....
the politicians keep lying,

and the preachers sell eternity.
if it wasnt for all of this...
i'd put up the sign:


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 6, 2011

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