Talk Box Poem by Sona Wilae
Talk Box
New vain wishing wells
compel lips of grace
eager to savor do-tells
prophesying spoiled space
aggravated raping cells
unleashes a silent race
two weary racist spells
spewing hate face to face
culture savagery dispel
no peace officiating pace
color lines line steel rails
spades caught another case
back to back two jail…
old vain wishing wells
dispel lips of race
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