• Anthony Salandy


My heart flutters As contestations grow To be more than mere words

On a flimsy placard Or a woeful sound on a microphone Far off in the distance of weary crowds,

No my body shakes to the tremor Of global discourse Where meaning is no longer contrived-

But rather emboldened By the passion that exists Deep in the souls of men and women

Whose words echo through The ethereal connections That reside somewhere beyond this world,

With connections my mind grows To believe in new found hope For a future where natural death

May be the only form of ending Beyond the bloodshed of a world Once isolated by differences-

Now slowly lost to an inclusive globalization.



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