Francie Lynch

At My Door - Poem by Francie Lynch

A cancer's spreading
Through our core,
With tendrils reaching
Every shore;
A virus leaping firewalls,
A sickness too apalling;
Advancing by some sick allure.

No use in praying for a cure,
Its saviour is a saboteur;
No vaccine can kill its spore.
Its mucous is racist;
Its nucleus is sexist;
Its atoms are prejudiced;
Its carriers are bigots;
And it's hungering for more;
It's at my front door.

Topic(s) of this poem: fearful, fears, hunger, islamic, atoms, bigotry, cancer, door, doors, fear

Comments about At My Door by Francie Lynch

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/18/2015 9:12:00 AM)

    yes terrorism is at our front door, we have to find out a way to get out of it, well composed poem, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, June 23, 2017

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