The Revolution
copyright Sharon Rose Poet
Her pain writhed in careless trenches of isolation.
Where her body coiled under shots of radiation,
From dark shadows of an evil, covert operation,
That aimed to desecrate a wise and free nation.
Her needs got lost in soiled piles of destitution.
All around her raged a dark slithering revolution.
Each breath swirled in fumes of accumulated pollution.
Her heart groped for freedom and the best solution.
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