Found Poetry 505

1/2/21

do we possess possessions, or they us?
battlefields of gray take formation
democracy sings as majorities force the songs
if we rest we linger and get arrested
or a fine which isn't fine
on a surface of creation (that we create)
there is room for all voices
infantry may grow up one day
for that I have many suggestions

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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