Read Poetry: The Ox and The Plow, by Matthew Richard Barnes

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Once upon a time
In a land called….
There’s a story
About the ox
and the plow
Where the ox just trots on top of the rocks
And doesn’t stop to watch the clock
Or to monitor the crop
And how the plow
Keeps digging down, underground
Wandering around, wondering how we allowed a bully and coward
To tweet from the top of a golden tower
And how a pow wow of cowboys can allow bomb showers to rain on the world’s most beautiful flowers by the hour
I will never scowl about a crowd that shouts aloud about the misuse of power
But I do frown down upon clowns only making sounds and not helping out
The box
The ox
Is just an ox
And the plow…
Is the power
We all despise the crimes and lies that have defined our lives
But despite the plight

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