One Hundred Dollars - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

One Hundred Dollars

If a nation of
One hundred people
Possesses one hundred
Dollars and ninety-nine
Of those dollars go
To one person, that
Leaves one dollar for
Ninety-nine people.
Not a bad deal deal
For that one person,
A terrible one for
Everyone else.
Some people think
This is okay,
Others don’t.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer