Make It Right

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'Make It Right'
By Margaret Scholebo

Injustice is Everywhere
But people don't care
Whose lost their job for no reason.
Just lick your wounds, "keep pleasin"
This one was fired being too old,
Will the boss tell them that, Heck NO!
Oh how loosing a 30 year job hurts.
You've spent your best years, feel hurt?
How can they live or sleep at night?
Most consciences won't til they make it right
Do they wonder how your kids will eat.
Just because your downsizing is great.
It shaves expenses, increases profits
Will you tell why kids have empty stockings?
Sweet dreams dear Boss man
Make things better, cause I know you can!

Margaret Scholebo Contact: momy8us@yahoo.com
Copyright 2003 Margaret Scholebo
Reviews and comments requested
Posted 01/12/2003

YOUR PATH

An incantation sagacious mistress,
In paper bed linen starched
Fully orbed with happiness,
A preconception of a lovechild due in March.

An infiltrating moon beamed radiance,
Ruby ripeness on porcelain cheek.
Fragranced with loving entrance,
Luna moon adored you for a week.

Auburn autumn tassels interlaced,
Berry lips entrenched in cream,
Conventional beauty disgraced.
You appeared to Venus in a dream.

Two enormous gems with iron gates
Which posses the garden’s of your eyes.
Lovemaking the features of your face like mates.
Your an ivory a cirrus in the skies.

Rendered rigid with enchanting grace.
Bewildering with ultra violet light,
Miss Nefatiti don’t compare in face,
You shine phosphorically alongside lady night.

The deadly pale of splendour halo veil
Contrasting you a passion fruit,
A deity congregation set in notion for a sail,
The marriageville you’ve joined is with a bruit.

Dedicated to My Mum