Social Justice Poetry

The Poor | A Social Justice Poem by J.K. Durick

Of course, they’re always with us
inevitable parts of that puzzle
we’re in, the games we’re playing
but, if we look around for a day
select where we walk, the shows
we watch, the people we listen to
it will almost seem like they’re no
longer with us, like lucky Houdinis
we’ve disappeared them; it’s all
just selecting and organizing things
thinking good thoughts about our-
selves, our exceptional selves, folks
who so easily solve problems they
spent a few centuries griping about
trying this and that, till they ended
up inevitable, without a solution
till now, of course, wave our wand
and they are gone as easily as that
– it’s so good to be that great again.

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