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Category Archives: Poet snap
Your littered corrientes, your filthy politicians, your bitter bullets tore nothing but clouds in the sky. Your littered tierras, your sugarcane and sweat, your lowest bidder always buys. The Mother of God weeps as she gives her guns to greed. … Continue reading
Forgive us, Lord, for gratitude, silences the Voice saying “share the food”. Our pious words taste oh so good cookie for the conscience, coffee for the mood. luk 18.9-14 isa 58.3-12