Blockade Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Blockade
This being alive
is hardly worth it.
Life burrows
into courage
without provocation.
It leaves people
weak and defenceless,
children homeless
In attack,
wounded,
needing help
from the wounded.
To hope is unnecessary
because there is no hope
for most.
A few benevolent people
are outstripped
by bureaucracy
and the selfish demands
of others....
God, you say!
God?
He sodded off
a long time ago.
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4/26/2024 12:29:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I had no friends when I was a kid. when I was 5 years old my dad gave me a chihuahua pup, my only friend. she was runover by a huge semi truck a week later. I learned then that it doesn't matter if other people know what I'm doing, it only matters that i know what i'm doing. the world!
You have a very sad personal story. I hope you are happy now. My best wishes go to you. Sally