Oumi LaGravenese
Symbols are to the mind,
Would I could scream,
Give everyone equal rights.
He sent his best to you;
Strictly subordinate to collective discipline,
We could have a common destiny.
Bang a gong,
We are on,
More elegant and, yes,
Now we have to suffer.
A time and place,
Shear of the elastic material,
Can you crack it?
A harmful fabrication of fictitious disease,
Fail to recognize his moral rectitude.
Recycled Poetry 