Saints Poem by Sandra Feldman
Saints
I have no answers
Only complaints,
About All of Us,
Including myself
And I suffer
Because of having
Been told,
That "once upon a time"
There were other creatures
That roamed,
Distant lands
And were called
"Saints"
While now we're all
Red angry devils,
Hiding, our war paint.
mostly for devils.
Complaints? But you are our resident sunshine... I think there must be a mistake. I must object. You might have dark observations at times but you never harp, whine, moan or groan. This poem does not complain, it reports the truth.
I imagine there are still a few saints but not as many as in years past because they have been censored and also because the concentration in our times has been directed by fear. Yor expressed your emotion well in this poem Sandra.
Lol. Indeed we are but if you look closer the latter day saints are among us and you might be one of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 12:53:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very emotionally charged piece that was a pleasure to read. Nice work Sandra! Lodigiana x