Poetry - Unbalanced
(photo by Kimberly B. Richardson)
There are no walls here.
Freedom is abundant, for a
Price, to the highest bidder.
The poor must stand outside
And only imagine the clean
Air, thinking it to be like
Heaven, their collective sighs
Garnish praise from the
Wealthy and their wide
Open spaces. This is unbalanced
But balance has gone extinct
Around here, something that ran
Rampant but crushed under
The heel of Evolution, if
You believe that sort of
Thing.
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