Rowhouses rent
With violence brewed
On sugar-tongued promises
Sweetened on cue;
Poverty melted with
Solemn fall vows
Only to shiver
In winter's cold boughs;
Reality harvested
Doesn't yield much
When dream-seeds are planted
By farmers whose touch
Just the well-heeled will grease:
No elbows work rooms
Where hunger and ache
Hold perpetual lease.
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