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POEM AGAINST THE RICH
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POEM A G A I N S T T H E R I C H Each day I live, each day the sea of light Rises, I seem to see The tear inside the stone As if my eyes were gazingbeneath the earth. The rich man in his red hat Cannot hear The weeping in the pueblos of the lily, Or the dark tears in the shacks of the corn. Each day the sea of light rises I hear the sad rustle of the darkened armies, Where each man weeps, and the plaintive Orisons of the stones. The stones bow as the saddened armies pass. 27 ...