The Freedom Poems #9

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Photo and editing by Andrew R. Duckworth
Filling in cracks of broken promises,
Reeling, reeling, still feeling whiplash.
Empty words and endless compromises,
Empty outrage and backlash.
Does the man at the top know my name?
Only a number.
My face and name are in a mile high stash.

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