Copyright ©2010 Stephanie R Schubert
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The torn edges of hope
Slipping past
The sounds
Of shredding paper
And there with those tattered edges
Doodles dwindle in the margin
Evidence of day dreams
Forgotten for now
As the question
Begs to be answered
About how the economic hardship
Can be shared
The burden lifted
How can we
reduce the damage
Minimize the pollution
Of production
Feed the hungry
Spare the animals
Restore the earth
Without sacrificing
Productivity
Efficiency
Scrambling to answer
As the audit comes
To show no progress
Has been made
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Author:
SSchubert (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2017 13:17
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments4
One day there will be progress, but I don't know when.
Great write
Your poem is great food for thought.
Nicely done.
Well constructed and a great read.
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