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May 2018
In a world of wage servants
we are drugged, propagandized.
That's how the keep us
docile, in line.
Sometimes a servant refuses
to take his meds.
His spoken truth burns down
the facade, for a brief moment,
until he is silenced.
Ron Gavalik
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Ron Gavalik  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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