cheryl davis miller
Old Bloody 'Hill', in a voice very shrill
screamed out, ' What difference does it make? '
Now shares the regrets of she and dear Bill;
say's Benghazi's a hard one to shake.
How could we ever believe this sincere,
and not just a move for her career?
She managed to stand, in the Rose Garden,
to co-sign the lies, of the henchman.
She'll paint up her lips, and brighten her eyes
and come out in a youthful disguise.
Perhaps shed a tear, so as to endear
herself for what is, her grand premier.
Madame, we think you have done quite enough,
for you have destroyed all that you touch.
True American's now, will call your bluff,
forgive Benghazi? You ask too much.
cheryl davis miller's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Bloody Hill by cheryl davis miller )
- My Ego & my Wife, Laxman Rao
- Seed of Revenge, Oduro Bright Amoh
- In The Blue, Spiritwind Wood
- Love me when I am afraid to lust, Nancy Handabile
- Chilled Petal, Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel ..
- Yes, We Are Nigeria, Onwuasoanya FCC Jones
- 1960, Gbolagade Taiwo
- Days Gone, Spiritwind Wood
- Spark of a thought, Laxman Rao
- A Judgmental Society, Savino Terrazas
Poem of the Day
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928)
- Heather Burns
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631)