To A Fall, Social Justice. Poem by Paul Barrowman

To A Fall, Social Justice.



If I was tall to touch the pole
twice the lenth of the fall.
Eyes of fire, scarlet red
to the ground, coming dread.
The sound of wind, laughter to
small and weak they yell were do!
Awake to the sound of silent stares
we are equal what's mine is theirs.

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