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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You google lavish Porsche sipping Latte, plump fingers scrolling fancy images, thermostat stuck at a fixed temperature, you glower at the assistant for pending checkup, awaiting deals of millions to boast with greed. Pulse rate soars with flickering prices, you yell at your screen, "It sucks!" I wish you'd googled the phrase and know what really sucks. A boy who spent years at the crematorium witnessing teary families among pools of churned corpses, on morose blue nights with howling wolves vultures screeching for food in a desolate barren forest now the unnamed body hit by your car-- a word for your ignorance, your insensitivity. That man in your office spent years slogging for you to find an abode for his family, pay his bills in peace; sighing under indebted loans couldn't afford the lawsuit you'd filed against him for creating an old age home at the land you'd always wanted crumbling under your tyranny, died last week, his family now stranded in this city-- a word for your indifference, your insanity. They haven't use that word they know what really sucks. You've signed a deal for millions with those in dictating power of weapons, drugs and tools, spewing hazardous venom indeed to people in every country, you celebrate this victory, a masked Red dragon awakens; yet when wars are waged calamities descend on lands diplomats express fake condolences you'll join them in charades vile progressions to paint in red the world with blood-soaked money, laughing at those who suffer-- a word for your monstrosity. You keep your fingers crossed and wish for an antidote to cure burning lands afar in greed; your thermostat and Porsche could save you until then but honey do you ever wonder what would you say when flames drape your paradise and you believe it sucks; it really does.. August 12, 2020 It sucks Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
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