I'm running out of ink, time and blood,
Acceptance, quiet patience, too
Nasty things just seem to flood
The Nation where I live.
I was taught to give,
Not to take away
And thru the lies of those,
Who "socially" want our demise
We are losing shreds of liberty
And Democracy, everyday
If they get their way,
Our liberty will be the price
We all, sadly
Will have to pay.
Dear Sandra, you are so much on the money in this well expressed poem.
Dear Jane, I cannot tell you how very much I appreciate your words for this poem. Thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An astounding powerful poem, dear Ma'am Sandra....10+++++++++
An outstanding, unforgettable comment, thank you so much, Bernard!