World Poetry Day

The powerful, the proud, the pompous movers of wealth,
The heads of every size on a tiny isle,
United to spend their nations’ riches in style,
Pretending to work for justice, peace, and health.

With tyrants charged to speak of freedom’s price,
And speeches read by lifelong bureaucrats,
Who live in mansions and build tin habitats,
What do they care for a poem, those hearts of ice?

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