New Hooverville

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Desperate search for roofs

Within this friendliest of towns

The old wolves pushed

Further out, into boxes

That have been painted

Over and over and over again

In dusty neighborhoods

Who threaten to pave

Their dirt roads

With yellow bricks

For the ones from

The other side of the rainbow

Or whoever is willing

To place a bid on life

Until only money

Can rent a space

In the city that is the model

Of passion and change

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4 Responses to New Hooverville

  1. vivachange77 says:

    Chilling thought. Wonderfully images.

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  2. This is beautiful. *-*

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  3. Thanks for liking Write Light. Your poem on New Hooverville got me thinking about life and circumstances and taking my abode for granted.

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  4. marypamela says:

    Is this somewhere in America? I’m always shocked by the poverty in America. We send aid to other countries when some people are starving right here. Where are their infomercials? Where are the celebrities touting their rhetoric to save a child in America?

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