I disembowel myself and splash
My innards across the clean white page
This is where I read my past for clues.
Will I marry well, win the lottery
Write a book that sees the light of day?
Will I ever stop slashing my veins this way?
I watch the news for hope and end up
In a wail of anguished, never ending cry
How could we wish to keep the power with the few?
Will the poor just vanish, will we disappear
Could we find a way to to make a space for fair?
Must those who have so little lose all but filthy air?
Would we the richest people on the earth allow it all
To vanish on a dare?
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