We The People

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    We The People

    Relict of a union
    Formerly united
    Blinded difference
    ultimately divided

    Tears shed for milk
    Bitter is the honey
    Bees become extinct
    No pollinating money

    Voices undisturbed
    beneath the rubble
    Justified in thought
    causing no trouble

    "We the People"
    having no eyes
    Dialect too vague
    Over deafening cries


    Melinda Kay Smith 11/04/08

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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