Empty pockets
and broken dreams
among the tired,
the huddled and the poor
drove them in hordes,
to the tiny
curtained booths,
to punch out
their frustrations,
and retrieve
just a chad
of their dignity.
A contest entry
- 30-40 words of Brilliance #20 by Aussie Gypsy.
550 points, ended November 1, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is so sad, and by the sound of things Americans know better than anyone. Best to you in the contest

