Irate Thought Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Irate Thought



A monumental stadium
built with city taxes,
housing for just hours
at a time, some team
or another.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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This is where our tax money goes - to help house teams to play games and get paid with our hard-earned money. Where is the justice? Why isn't the city taking care of those in need and our elderly?
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