Narrow Roads
When the roads are grand
yet your mind still will not pass
the toll was too expensive
it required a conscience
with some empathy
ignorance and evil
hold hands when they dance
to de humanize
partners in crimes
oh my! rape
the pinatas are dead
It started 76 years ago
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2024
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