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They don’t kill politicians anymore
though some might say they should
Those vermin breeding malcontents
all worms in rotten wood
To feast on dreams of hope and change
and sell what pain has bought
They rape our souls in daylight scorned
—no punishment when caught
(The New Room: July, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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