Change, What Change?
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Sandra Feldman
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The Dirt Heap
Is Everest tall,
Uneasy feelings
Fill,
The worn-out
Political Mall.
Yes,
They won, again!
Venom does not get
Dissipated, easily,
It's a long standing
Torturous gas,
Delivered to the People
Over and over again,
Fish swallow the hook
And by then, hands
Are upon them,
Seems this cruel Practice,
Will never end
Echo, 'Neeehever Eheenddd'...
And true Justice, never Rise!
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