Kids, they fill the streets, begging for change.
Politicians, they focus on rearranging whatever benefits themselves.
But the kids, wise to their greed, see them, trying to make a buck on the suffering of the streets—shed fake tears; their eyes dry as a sunburn—speaking volumes with horse throats.
The kids, they protest, fighting for the rough streets: from a living wage to kids in cages to black lives matter to stop the wars to end poverty... the kids, they protest.
(© 2020 Andrew Cyr)
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
