Liber Medicinalis
I’ve been told
we have the power
to make laws
such that
all could live
without poverty
and bask
in the smell
of fresh, apple pies
set to cool
in kitchen windows
that overlook
plush, green
backyards.
The power to let
everyone sleep
in heavenly cottages.
It verges on the magical.
Yet,
I know you’re right,
when you say
that power
is a misery engine
and wealth
an isolation machine.
We all know you’re right.
We see it everyday.
Still-
despite
all the evidence:
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