• Poems,  Works

    An Idea of Tomorrow

    Pencil drop, A teacher provides Out of pocket. It’s their own dime. Yet, passed amidst discord, She cannot see nor sneer Upon such meager coin. She holds too dear Without fear Her own dime. Now is the time To live…WITHINĀ our time To see that which plagues Or fellow’s friend And to welcome those Who learn strife Is always the days bitter end. Why not be better? We are better. Open our arms. Open your arms. Do not let inequity rule Nor the golden house Once white fall To this gilded flame Of populist rancor Fueled By a divide bled between us. Remember first who we are. American First? That is…

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