ghosts of yesterday linger in alleys
spirits of might have been drift through streets
shards of broken dreams glint on sidewalks
tatters of abandoned hopes hang in storefronts
we could have gathered all to eat real food around a common table
chose instead for some to feast and others beg
found acceptable for those who have
to laugh in derisive disregard at those who lack
indeed to deny them room in any stable
those all being filled by brass calves
soon to be paraded out by fools as gold
and children starve
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