July 6, 2018
Photo by Jane Paradise

The Race – A Sonnet
A Poem by Clinton “Skip” Parker

Born on this land I have a right to be
And not to join with you or have to leave
Therefore you see I am a sovereign entity
And not with you and yours of bad you weave
I see your empty homes you covet dear
And all the food you throw away
And giving comfort to the poor you fear
Will take a little from your unearned pay
Trump, Scott, Mulvaney & Mnuchin
Make their rules devoid of empathy
The poor must lose and the rich must win
The poor are lazy, deserve no sympathy
So let’s all scramble on to ring the bell
And see who’s first to get to hell.

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