People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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The dishes in the cupboard
sat in the dark, awaiting use
and the crack of light when
a door opened. Almost blind
after so long confined, left to
wait with no sense of life out
of the wooden box they live in.
Some may remember chicken,
hot, with a garlic rub. Cold
potato salad and green beans.
Were they dropped, chipped;
still kept for future use, when
others simply shattered like
weak allusions we all retain?
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