THE BOURGEOISE
Cold shouldered
He stands alone
To dispose of
The counterfeit coin
Bufetted here
And elsewhere
By the dream
Of community
The market runs
On its own
Beggars, snobs philstines
Cry aloud to catch
The passer-by
Once caught
He is stuck
On the verge
To run amuck
He is a fellow traveller.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
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