|Investiture (standard:poetry, 65 words)|
|Author: Reid Laurence||Added: Jun 25 2010||Views/Reads: 1475/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A poem about the lack of control some of us may feel when we watch crude oil spew from the bottom of the ocean...|
Where are we? Where do we go? Investiture We reap, we sow In time dictates A scattered trust Confuses men To harvest lust What have we gained? And did we grow? In circles time To my sorrow Begin again And wipe the board Remove the ones Who greed and hoard To our dismay There is no one To save the rest And dodge the gun Tweet
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