“Sixty cents for one”/

a woman, maybe eighty/

pushes her cart my way/

Her husband standing by the donut case/

hunched over his cane, shoots back/

“They can keep ‘um!”/

“We don’t need donuts”/

she says, as they stroll away/

While our elderly forego/

the simplest of pleasures/

and our school children eat/

lethal bullets/

I lose my stomach for delay/

while back at the whitest house/

a family is likely eating cake/

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Writing for my life; working for social justice; grateful for community.

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