Poison Ivy
What poisoned poetry Would that I could Rip out heart and eyes to see This blood, no ink, no blood in deed The horrors of euphemism in packets In this lie we call history How can it be this misery Is what came so naturally How long can’t we hear and see No one is free until we all are free? Whether river or ocean or sea to sea Look at what’s done in greed to you and me Oh prestigious…
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