Providence

Providence 
When
 They tore down
The statue
Of the dictator
The remains 
Was two
 Rusty tubes
Hanging 
in their
What happened?
To the tube
We will never
Know
Perhaps 
They were used
As drain pipes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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