Sincerely, Jennifer x

We cry for statues,

but not kids in poverty.

Our tears are wasted.

Our tears should drown us.

The world is starved of kindness.

A shameful cyclone.

A shameful cycle.

The poor will always perish,

but statues live well.

I recall hunger,

optimistic and tired,

so do so many.

We worship the stone,

our government’s soul is stone.

Summer is so long.

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