Pen and capital
Among them I am new.
Such experts I envy.
I observe the arrows back and forth
Veronica had the bow, first Mohawk
George replied, and others, Trudy
Some in search of advice, or to lead.
They inform, help or share and consult
Shedding light on reasons, of the fights
Wild current goes between pen-capitals.
And at end what remains is tear
For writer…for writer who has heart
Has feelings and morals; therefore pen
Says at end: “Bye blood” to reveal rich’s core
Being leach, sucking life to get wealth, buy palace
Inside which we remain the prey and the rich vampire.”
Veronica, my dear, your lake is turning sea
I can see.
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