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Authors, sign in!Suspicion rules the ivory tower, where cynicism reigns.
The bold hopes of tomorrow cast as artifacts of shame.
Fear becomes the god of all, his white hot eyes ablaze.
It’s midnight on the precipice of dreams of bright new days.
Below the edge lie pit bulls, bedecked with luscious lips,
A smattering of winks and nods amid steaming piles of shit.
Why must we question policy, why do we want to know?
Up means down, right means wrong, and change means status quo.
How dare we dream that poverty is not God’s punishment
For being born of poor folks whose existence gives offense.
Much easier to dream of wealth that trickles down a corporate leg
Blessing those with opportunity who have the fortitude to beg.
Leave us now, oh messenger of fear, cast out your evil ways.
Leave us on the precipice of dreams of bright new days.
Published November 1, 2008 by Dawne Leiker |
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Comments (1)
Great verse! There may be some real talent revealed here. All those years at HDN may show through ... the work, the experience and the learning. It is really great to see and know you better. Best wishes.
Posted by bobwhite
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November 3, 2008 2:55 PM
Posted on November 3, 2008 14:55