Linda Hepner

Rookie - 220 Points (London)

Tb - Poem by Linda Hepner

To Be or not TB,
We are the problem;
Clairvoyant now we see
The Ruling Men -

Our parent selves of course -
Just lead to doom,
The cart before that horse
Will bring the tomb

As if it's preordained;
Let's change our ways
From nothing to be gained;
We'll live and praise

Ourselves for being wise,
Eradicating lies.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

In reply to GWH's Celebrating Consumption 11.10.13


LRH 11.10.13

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013

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