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A poem a day to the Millennium December 21, 1999
 

THE PHOENIX
 

death comes too soon

and honors fade like fashion

our children never are our own

they fall like every other patient work

beneath the dust of marketing

there is only heartbreak to be had

in oligarchy posturing as representation

which false itself pretends democracy

while vultures fly their shadows through our hearts

economics of lust lay waste this planet

justice finds no pulse within the law

that cold condemns the casually minute

at random to constraint

their sacrifice is ritual to beguile these facts

the greatest thieves are statesmen

the cruelest killer in the state

deep in its ashes of millennia

the little worm waits its turn
 

- Robert Erman
 

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