The Box he Carried

The box he carried weighed in at

tons of right wing rhetoric, and 

pounds of destruction of democracy,

and stones of self interest, and

gallons of lies and manipulation.


Left behind was hundredweights of

destructive control and bushels of abuse 

of the power of a potted parliament. 


The lining of his pockets, pushed 

the poor past the margins of just

managing, the immigrant forced

to face fear and famine. And the

hope of a healthy future, flushed 




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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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