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Featured poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Usury

 

There is a new shop in town buying gold, they

even buy gold teeth, family gems and pearls.

They have set up shop in the hall of the supermarket

with black and gold decorations, promising best prices;

perhaps they have a dentist at hand to extract

your gold fillings.  Levantines, always ready to

exploit the unfortunate.  And they are blind to

your distress and sorrow. Dark, cold eyes they

have and to compound the problem they make

you feel sadness for their past sufferings.   

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