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Power Politics

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Author: Jose A. Tovar

Jose A. TovarJanuary 2, 2019

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Power Politics

written by: Jose A. Tovar

Unsatisfying political greed,
hunger that grows
like a spreading fungus
underneath the soil,
a cancer that replicates
within the subculture of society—
all of it unnoticed
but dangerously real
in the fabric
of our mechanical routine.
The gears of power
keep on turning,
turning to plunder us
into submission.

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Jose A. Tovar

Inquiring freethinker undertaking a journey of moral and intellectual transformation: I strive, I search, I hunt for the hidden and forbidden, mold it into poetry, and let the shadows within me burst free...

B.A. in Political Science, former Analytical Linguist, and lover of liberty.

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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