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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