People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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The procession marches through
the city. A solo horn sounds. Yet,
life abounds around the moments
death has claimed. Children play
in the park. They won’t go home
until after it grows dark, scurrying
towards whistles and the holler of
voices, fathers forcing them to make
choices Will they play five minutes
more? Who knows what the score
will be here or at home? Will they be
fighting again? Might as well have
followed the hearse. To the church, the
graveyard. Far more interesting, less
fraught by far. But go now–you hear
the call again. Then it’s twin. Friends,
too, are summoned to dinner. Family
time they’d avoid. How to last another
night, more quiet through another fight?
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