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Investiture (standard:poetry, 65 words)
Author: Reid LaurenceAdded: Jun 25 2010Views/Reads: 1395/0Story 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


   


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