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Political Politicians

Solar system, twenty-four-hour rotation—turning, three hundred sixty-five-day revolution—returning. Asseveration system, four-year migrant, overturned cups, promises, spilling out like the unborn, bathing the heart’s ear, resounding canyon echoes of sanguinity, prosperity, fantasy. Poverty or opulence? Debate, ponder, discord. Choice, suffer suffrage. If nothing changes, nothing changes. Nothing changes! Politicians, ambivalent Robin Hoods from hell. Change your life? A mendacious mendicant’s tale.

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Date: 4/6/2025 12:32:00 PM
This poem hits the truth hard
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Mickey Grubb
Date: 4/6/2025 1:02:00 PM
Ain't it so... Thank you, Colie, for reading and commenting.

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