The Writ Of Execution
THE lady has
a long, black hair,
she is not young
and not married
she brings her
little girl in court
and tonight they
will be homeless
she is crying
and the man stood there
doing nothing
he is the owner of the
house
and he is not moved
anymore
by her tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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