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IKnowNoBox
Oct 28, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Scattered Pennys ( An Acrostic Rant)

Poverty is destroying the U.S.of A.

eating at

our

population

like an unchecked

epidemic.Did you know?

Shanty

houses with

outhouses still exist.In America?

uneducated children are being

left to just

Drop-out! In America?

neglected ,never given the

opportunity or chance

to just

Live a Simple Life! In America?

instead they are brutally

victimized ,humiliated,and

exploited. Denied even basic

leisure or merriment.Robbed of their

individuality constantly

kept under the

ever watchful eyes of

the powers that be.As if just being

human differently

is some kind of

shameful crime!In America?

 

 

 

 

 

 

— IKnowNoBox, Oct 28, 2007

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Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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wolfycat

wolfycat

18 years 7 months ago

The sad truth...

Great poem, Dabbler. I understand your question marks, but should we be surprised? Wolfy.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 7 months ago

It has taken me awhile to submit this

it just felt like I was on a soap box.then i heard Utah Phillips,and read a rant Ronda posted and ....here it is.Do you feel the ?'s subtract from the flow? In ink, David
wolfycat

wolfycat

18 years 7 months ago

No...

It does not subtract at all. I just think you are right on and my comment was a wry reply aimed towards the politicians. Your poem is right on the mark. Wolfy Cat.
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Lenny of Cohen

18 years 7 months ago

A statement

of fact which reflects upon the leadership of the USA. We are fooled into believing that we live in a democratic society, BUT who makes the rules? Not us, the voters, no! Our politicians feather their own nests whilst the rest of us suffer, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer! I know I live on the other side of the pond, but we also suffer from the buffoons who rule us; and then we have a royal family to keep! Waste of space! A poem which says the truth - cracking piece of work. Lenny
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Conect11

18 years 7 months ago

ah...sigh!

yes, yes my friend David... I wrote a poem once called "Karl Marx's Bus Tour." I should see if I can dig it up. Painful, honest, biting. I only wish you would have added one more "In America?" at the end. Mark W.
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Conect11

18 years 7 months ago

wow, looks good!

uneducated, it's more in context for the line. Much As I love to think about nourishment. Mark W.
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sevenchild

18 years 7 months ago

I hope

Your not just finding these things out 'bout America, r u? It's been happening way too long and the ugly truth is America isn't self-less enough to change so all we can do is sit back and watch it happen, help if we can, and write 'bout it. right? Liked your title it relates well to its body.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 7 months ago

I asked my mom if we were poor ....

she said "We are $50.00 short of being poor." I came home once crying and asked why the other kids made fun of my patched jeans she said"They laugh because they havn'y figured out it's a fashion yet."I had sugar melted on a spoon. Have had hours of fun with a simple cardboard box.Spent nights in hobo jungles.there are those who fall through the cracks,and there are those who turn their backs on the establishment.I have done both.I like how you said it,we must write and I will continue to write until those who want a home can have one and those who don't can live like people who do. Make a difference today,and tomorrow will remember you. In ink, David Scattered Pennys alone they are next to worthless,but together they have value. I have seen a woman denied food because she only had pennys.I dropped my hand basket along with 2 other people in line and walked out with her. This is not my America written in my history books.where did these terrible people come from?
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sevenchild

18 years 7 months ago

I

Can hear your heart cry and so does mine, but there is power in prayer. When we were little, my brother and I, would live in car by day and couch by nite while our parents would shoot up drugs in peoples houses. But u know what we had, was eachother and we would pray every night. Eventually our prayers worked and I have my own house and my own children. You've encouraged me 2 post a poem i'd been hesitant on posting but now i will. Look out for the poem it's title is 'Freedom'. Thanks for the read. I love your stuff buddy!!!! ***Lovely am I*** Valene
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 7 months ago

Toward the Horizon and Beyond

Escape Artist. I am but a soul my vessel is worn from misuse, I have seen myself at my worst as well as better I see how it is here and where I am going toward the horizon and beyond We have made it through the worst,may we now share the best. In ink, David
wolfycat

wolfycat

18 years 7 months ago

Beautiful, David...

David, You have written beautiful words here... "Escape Artist" ...both of these poems. Wolfy.