stale lettuce

they sell out for pennies on the dollars

measly contributions, trips, sound bytes,

everything goes in the game of 

politics, which used to be such a powerful word,

profession, what I profess to believe

is neither relevant nor timely,

let us speak

lettuce, wilted in your hand

ten or even fifty pieces of silver

and there goes the rights of man

inalienable only in the old withered papers

of dreams

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