Arik Fletcher

Veteran Poet - 1,483 Points (Zimbabwe)

1559 - Poem by Arik Fletcher

To live in this immoral time,
uncouth and plagued by wretched crime,

Despised by all with vicious scorn,
our monarch blind with love forlorn,

Restrained for faith and for belief,
suspicious minds impose this grief.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, November 22, 2010

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