Broken, In Darkness Poem by Sandra Feldman
Broken, In Darkness
Tired of analysis,
Doors keep closing now,
Hope is out the window,
Planting, lost its plow,
Things just seem to crumble,
Nothing stands up straight,
Is this just a sample,
Of what no longer is great?
House in great disorder,
Seems to fall apart,
As the Country's engines,
Clog and cannot start.
Still the Sawdust Sellers,
Say that all is fine,
It's only the victims,
That always seem to whine
But 'great deals', still out there
Planning the demise,
Both for the stupid,
And the broken-down wise!
Oh my! You were feeling it! wonderful the tidal wave is coming I feel it in the air when all is dashed to pieces all cleansed we be this affair surf through it or go under it is a choice you surely know sit tight, avoid the plunder a new day coming, time to sew
Hope in window drops closing now. Very interesting poem shared really.
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5/13/2024 12:11:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Phenomenal poem I think mostly because of the way you write. You need to change the system of your country and every country for that matter. But still I think America is a beacon and the hope of the world, at least when it comes to free speech.