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The Cross Race effect
Reminds me of a common plight;
How they put my kind
In the same basket.

The basket that holds water
Only cuz we poured much;
Enough for a lifetime;
Enough for a few generations.

The weight in my eyes
As best friend inadvertently knocks up;
The tears that inexorably irritate
My tear ducts with the high of drugs.

Cough syrup in wine glasses,
Dilute that with frustration;
Fill our lungs with smoke just cuz
We are too poor to sell them off.

The economy prompts you
To steal or die;
The legislature punishes you
With rigid passion.

The president, pushing into ninety,
Pushes all you know and love,
Into a common plight that
Puts his people in a basket.

©HerbertUba2017

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