Sandra Martyres Poems

Money they say
Entices almost everyone
Especially those who believe
That unless they have it in plenty
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The dizzying city lights
The speeding trains
The unending queues
Of people in a mighty hurry
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He relied on his sense of touch
Without having to say much
Randy was a young blind child
Brought up almost in the wild
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My little blue angel
He always watched over me
Right through my childhood
He kept me out of trouble
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A near perfect face
Exuding a touch of grace
A Cleopatra-like long neck
Enhanced with delicate jewellery
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Humans were created
To be related
To stay united in families
And for the families to live
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Tears rolled in rivulets
Down his grubby little face
A punished school boy
Standing in disgrace
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He sipped the elixir
With the same degree
Of guilt or satisfaction
That Adam had
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The little boy’s eyes followed
The wine glass as its level dropped
He wondered what it tasted like
His Mother seemed to savour each sip
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A gold wedding band
Flashes on her ring finger
Too late to back out
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