Dismay Poem by Poet Dragon

Dismay



They, they, the mythical they, we laugh a lot and talk all day
and still when I ask to go out and play-they stay, they stay
and happily weigh, the choice to pick up or joyfully slay
like a sparrow alone with God run away-dismay, this may, dismay...

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Pine Bluff, AR
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