" l'ombra del primo parente "

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 29, 2017

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Submitted: May 29, 2017



The working class succumbs to prejudice;

the liberal elites begin to feast,

holding dominion, although tenuous,

their grasp persists to hoard, to starve the least.


“The Earth cannot provide endless supplies

of fuel and pure pristine resources, green

oases of enjoyment,” You reply

to Adam’s prayer disguising his vain greed.


“The day will come when your lights will go out;

the streets will grow your food

instead of dead items,” You nearly shout.

“You’ll find within your human heart the good


and not only the base impulse to fear

the false and evil voices that you hear.”

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