The Voice
Its me
the voice that cries
out for self
there is no fresh start
no new beginning
to ease the pain
is to bandage a
childs scraped knee
another scar to leave behind
for the future of the unborn
you can't change
whats already there
it was planted by greed
that turns into green
so everybody hurts now
the economy is shorter
the bread lines are longer
the new paint inside the
DC won't change
its true color
but will cover the truth
greed will always be green.
Vanessa Ramos
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