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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