The Lost Children # 17 - 20 Poem by GORDON GILHULY
The Lost Children # 17 - 20
17
wheezing rattle in
your lungs - tribal call of the
terminally lost
18
he cannot sleep - drawn
all night to his heart on the
other side of the line
19
the victims of your
trickle down economics
pool about my feet
20
you preach the bottom
line - collateral damage
lies on the church floor
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
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