by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, PA )
I am the people and the neighborhoods,
the pretzel vendor and the bank president,
the silver spoon child and the child who hungers.
I am public forum and barroom debate,
a newspaper editor and an outraged reader,
the jury's patient search for truth,
a silent vigil outside City Hall,
and I can hear, on this humid summer night,
the firm voice of history's resounding approval.
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