written for: Poetic Asides – write an assembly poem
Folks gather of their own free will.
I am still number one. Stunned them
all, haven’t I? Bridges are coming
down, walls are going up. Gated
communities of like-skinned
people are the future. If you don’t
believe me, just pick up The Inquirer.
Those who do not like it here
are free to leave; we will not grieve
over any loss, because I am