Political poems: outrage in rhyme

our home,

We are not alone!

We will not accept a crumb or a bone

from rich men who have hearts of stone:

we will stop crying

and yelling

and rhyming....

our moment is coming;

it's all in the timing.

I'm getting my pitchfork

when done with this rhyming.

Like Marat, my ideas

come in the bath

and dripping with water

I leap out of the tub

to vent my wrath.

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