Paul Hartal Poems
|321.||Why Tears My Love?||10/8/2011|
|322.||Why The Snow Melts||10/12/2012|
|323.||Woman With Train||10/1/2011|
|324.||Women Change, But Men Don'T?||2/23/2013|
|325.||You Are Not The Wind||10/5/2011|
|326.||You Must Be Strong||2/23/2014|
Democracy Vs. Dictatorship
The kangaroo ordered an orange juice.
The crocodile preferred a cup of coffee.
Holding the Party Paper, Edition Zoo,
The hyena opted for his downy dream,
A white vanilla ice cream.
“The president is corrupt and wicked
And his whole bungling government,
Is reprobate and totally incompetent.
They should resign without delay”,
Said the kangaroo.
“Well, perhaps he exaggerated,
But as long ago Voltaire stated,
'I disagree with what you say,
But I will defend to the death your right
To say it’”, uttered the crocodile.
“Although it seems...
On a sunny day of Taurus
they cut her abdomen.
With stainless scalpels
the surgeons unlatched her uterus
and out of her slashed womb,
touching with their sterile gloves
the enigma of an enclosed but remote self,
they pulled out the boy crying,
covered with blood,