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A Prick In The Arm - A Poignant Poem of Rawness

Telescopic Heart

A Prick In The Arm
The world goes quiet, truth
Is on the wing, tired
Of being buttoned up -
Made out to be a threat.
When clamouring is stilled
To a pin-drop, the sound
Of Money talking rings
Grievously in the ear;
From there, dropping painfully
Into the heart, causing
A sting to the eye, and
Water to flow freely –
Bathing innocent children of light
In the solace of intense
Outrage: as the sound of
Money talking takes its toll.
Steve Slimm
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