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DESPERATE CHOICES

 

Desperate Choices

Human voices

Echoing

Seeking an arrangement

To propel them on

To mate, to produce, to work

To operate, to medicate

Meditate on acceptance

Prescribe a will

Form holographic memories

Write soul and wit

Hand it over to the barber

To shave the lovely head

A mystical fortune

In each shorn strand

While “Gone with the Wind” plays again

And you are stunned by the hurt inflicted

By man on woman

And woman on man

By state on state

And by government gone bad

            Here we have a tide

            Migrants to green cities of the north

            Where you can earn $100 a day

            Instead of a month

            And all the tarantulas in Mexico

            Won’t stop the flow

            Until they reach guns

            Held aloft to threaten

            But not to be used

            Badges pinned on chests

            But with no one to arrest    

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