Donald Traxler's Poetry
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Hoper's Rap
I am the hoper,
the interloper,
don't fit the mold,
if truth be told,
'cause in the long range
I'll struggle for change
both night and day
'til I find a way
for you and me
to be free,
to be free.
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