Strange Times, Our Times Poem by Sandra Feldman
Strange Times, Our Times
Today, We are:
Colorless, Sexless, and Care-Less,
'He' and 'She' hardly exist,
We are rather more an 'It',
Not to insult, so that All fit,
Today, Yes, I get it, Okay!
But make money and your hit,
Criticized and later bit,
And put in the frying pan.
Wish there were a better plan,
Social Justice, what a joke!
That's just lots of empty talk,
While our World goes up in Smoke.
'He' and 'She' hardly exist, We are rather more an 'It', What a bold statement! I am an exponent of 'he and she', rather than an 'it'. 'Social Justice, what a joke! That's just lots of empty talk, While our World goes up in Smoke.' Bravo!
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Strongly Felt Poem! ! ! Well Written! ! ! ! ! Thank You For Sharing! ! ! ! ! !