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Apr 2020
The poor are big tent acrobats,
Not looking down at broken nets,
Expecting angels, miracles--
Some meaning in the universe--
Believing freedom, other myths,
Regurgitating Bible school,
While makeshift morgues have openings
For politicians promises.
Red novel death, unmasked to see
God's children, faithful, crucified,
Hard praying we can't understand
The ways of God, just being man.
Enlightened rogues--forgive me Gregg-
Know this is not, this is not right.
Bobby Copeland
Written by
Bobby Copeland  65/M/Kentucky
(65/M/Kentucky)   
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   ---, Fawn and Wk kortas
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