Disaster! Poem by Sandra Feldman
Disaster!
Something to love
Something to admire
Sweetly desire
And love,
There isn't much left
Better still,
Is there anything left
Clean, good to desire?
We live in a World
Of ugliness, moral theft,
And destructive, Fire
Where robbers are heroes
Moral rape, we accept,
Where sanity and beauty
Are spat upon and mocked,
Where to go?
When all decency seems
To be gone,
And all sensitivity,
Crushed and shocked,
Devastatingly, blocked!
Lost amongst the screams
Of a deadly, choir.
I'm glad I don't watch the news on your Tele, if i did, i be sick to my belly. Look out there for the abundant good! It can start today in your neighborhood!
If only we could be a joyful choir where we considered each other. Everyone is racing to get no where. Let there be peace and serenity.
There is poetry where we can express both disasters and love. Perhaps the only freedom we have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 2:15:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is excellently expressed, dear Ma’am Sandra...10+++