Ancient stories tell truths
but modern ones lies.
Are we called to hear
but not to question?
each of us thrilled to
the sound of hope
to be dashed by
a creed of half starved
children in containers
in our streets.
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Sweet innocence sold
for an ideology
forced upon us
by men and women
who have no idea
of hungry bellies
and filthy water,
of scant scraps that
more than filled
shrunken stomachs.
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Is it always the way
that those with a voice
still the waves of their
storms , pushing the raging
rollers into another’s path?
Resting back replete,
depleting choices
in the pursuance of power.
