Deadly Deals Poem by Sandra Feldman
Deadly Deals
Who knows what will happen?
Who knows what the Future breeds?
With all Crystal Balls broken,
We have to depend on the Lies,
That politicians grow like weeds,
All of Them determined to hide the Truth,
Not allowing a flowering of its seeds.
And as 'The Masters of our Destiny'
Plot their deadly, devil deals and deeds,
Behind closed doors, like wild boars
Our Country and our future sadly bleeds.
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4/26/2024 4:42:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We should round up all the politicians and make them live together on some isolated island where they would have only themselves to mess with. : -) . Good write, Sandra.