Those Days - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Those Days

Don’t worry ma’am,
It’s just a formality.
What was that?
Oh, yes, it’s a new
Policy, the bill just
Passed in the last
Session. I know,
It’s an inconvenience,
But it’s just the rules.
Everyone has to have
Some kind of identification
To vote. Oh no,
Not at all,
This is nothing like
Those days.
Will that be all?
Next.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer