Happy New Year: an acrostic

H ow many times must we repeat the same old lines,
a nd with conviction try to
p rove that our broken and misguided
p olicies provide us with medicine and not poison that
y ou and I so joyfully swill?

N o one stole our freedom; we simply let it
e rode.
W hat difference, when we are not listening, when

y outh is spent in pointless
e ducation, and maturity wasted chasing youth
a nd forgetting how to
r ead?

03 JAN 2017

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