Plutocracy by Alicia Swain | One Poem Only
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Plutocracy
Alicia Swain
In kitchens drops will drip, each brown in hue,
a mother will keep her son from the truth,
the senate will swear there’s nothing to do,
though they tout their care for the nation’s youth.
A man will cast his vote at ten to noon,
his ballot broken down in only two,
he lives inside a fading honeymoon
with good intentions, having not a clue:
disease inside him ticks just like a bomb,
one year from now the hospital will close,
he’ll find a plot to rest beside his mom,
if only congress told him how it goes.
Though women’s bodies know not rights of men,
thank God the rich can clutch their wealth again.
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