from dusk to dawn
when patience runs out
on that bright morn
it shall rain
there will be no fence
on which to sit
on that day when
the fire is lit
fat salaries will cease to matter
so will power filled personalities
and so-called important
positions will just be clutter
in the midst of poverty
and anger
it shall rain
and the people’s pain
will be like hail
when love, truth, justice and freedom
are welcomed home.
PoP (c) 15 June 06
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