Prometheus
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We Dig our own GravesA Poem by Prometheuswomen of society |
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What A Funny Farm the Media IsA Poem by Prometheusmainly venting. |
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Corporate AnimalsA Poem by PrometheusI.You were sold by coldAnd willful men, into a bedOf lies and angry politics.You were forced to wedA pack of rabid dogsWhose foamy grinsBleed and bree.. |
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To Make Your Country ProudA Poem by Prometheusbring our children home |
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A Woman's WingsA Poem by PrometheusAnother poem on feminism. |
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We Burn OurselvesA Poem by PrometheusA sestina. |
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To My CellmateA Poem by PrometheusWe live in a prison. |
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CitizenA Poem by PrometheusAbout how our individuality and free thought is often beaten out of us. |
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