poison dartsA Poem by anais.vioneta vote - the only hope for our future
Shakespeare said, “make
pieces of the beast and his confederates” My parents voted today - filling out and then casting their ballots. It was a pleasing privilege - even as an anxious observer. Their two small darts at the heart of the snarling beast. Saints let them strike true. © 2020 anais.vionetAuthor's Note
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