CRIMINAL LIBRARIES
I
passed the tall grey building formed of stone
Its
shiny plate glass doors caged with top-
hatted
men, where riches are enthroned.
I
know the pompous men in dust-grey suits
In it together.
The nation’s good.
The
suits, they’re in cahoots
with
shiny money-making Midas touch
a
marvelling mist before us grubby tribes.
Wealth
is laundered ...
Suzannah Evans, via The Poetry School has provided today's prompt: imagine something that is banned. This must stay in the realm of imagination ...
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