Destroy Our Bullies Once And For All - Poem by Don Nguyen
Poetic land is free land, free for all poets
Not communist, no dictatorial, definitely not callous
One of reasons I came back because I finally realized they operated as bullies.
My wife is the simple lady, straight-shooter, American way
She said to me yesterday,
Why you were so much distress with what they said
Just ignore their garbages and go your own way
To serve God in serving His people.
Don't give them an audience to display their devilish distorted conscience
Our Lord will take care the blasphemous uncharitable bunch sooner enough
If I was them, I would kneel down in prayers,
To beg for forgiveness and offer their sincere repentance.
Don't give them a partners in quarrel.
What is the point?
Take a walk to the park, go fishing, take a break from addictive poemhunter forum, compose love songs or poems to praise the Lord and upload them tomorrow.
As for me, I had been at two Masses, prayers for one hour, and visited nursing homes,
Just got home and I now am hungry for my lunch,
Maybe I should have a beer,
Then go to the park or play some baseball with my sons.
And let the rascals screaming out for my head
In cyber space!
I can't believe my poem has such tsunami effect!
Beyond my comprehension and wildest imagination!
If only my message of LOVE has the same powerful effect,
I will retire for good.
Maybe that is what they should do
Go along with us to be loving people
Then I will retire for good.
Is it a deal?
Otherwise, I have bad news for you,
I will stick around to be thorns in your near-sighted, almost blinded sight,
While let my friends here to enjoy my works uploaded every morning.
Come on, let's get along
And you can be kings and queens
If you like.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
(I laugh so hard, but i get serious tomorrow to compose 1-2 love songs.)
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