Found Poetry 629

5/19/21

the rich want to rule an axis of the earth
thinking it is theirs by birth
us poor were there first
hear our talking footsteps
same as if our flag was stuck there
in soil like dark blush
absorbing cut after razory cut

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

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