A poem for when you offered your help and their true colors doth shine
Now that you are born and have seen joy and injustice in the world
Now that you are human, blood & bone, easily broken like us all
Now that you came here under the pretense of helping others
Now that you have asked for help and we gave it
Now that you have others working for less
Now that you have our investment
Now that you have our monies
Now I see you true colors
Be thankful and
Be happy
buh
bye.
jts
So concrete epoch poem. Reminded me when I met a great poet in Rio de Janeiro called "Ferreira Goulart" and I was so amazed I could shake his hand. Now I can shake yours @jacobts!
yes! i hope to see you at steemfest 2. we can shake hands and i would love to hear more about Rio.
I wish I can go, but I can't promise. =(
But even though I offer you my hand now and also the good energy I have in me to caress you. We will meet one day, I know that for sure! Sleep well friend @jacobts!
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