Whose "Public Good? " Poem by Julia Luber

It's too true. It's so true, I fear I have been lodged in generating
the truth instead of mating. As if some point in time, wherein which
I would be yours and you would be mine, instead got extorted to be
for some "public good" as head. And so fating, my bad, but whose good?

With my stuff, for whose tread? This has been worse for us than you could possibly
imagine. Taking our possessivity for some public good that I can in no way see.
My stuff taken for what good and it called public good? Who could think this
could be happening here in this culture, so rude and so crude and nothing that should.

What is it that you have taken from me? My father's nobel dignity? His possessionary
hold and sure proof of wize decision, his astute control and intuitive precision!
And putting there something that barely generates sales' tax revenue. Our dear state out of at least a million a year, in sales tax generated, for their idea of the public good-for who?

With cruel incorrect and dumbdisrespectful moves like that, complete loss and devastation is clue! And it hurts, and it's worse, and it caused so much damnation. My father's bravery and smartsfor his people and his nation, all extorted and exploited by an incorrect law- and the corporation they filch off which in their brain's they call PA. True. What should I do?