Buzzards Poem by Lamar Cole
Buzzards
He and his buddy were stranded in the desert with very little water.
His buddy didn't share like he ought to.
His buddy drank all the water and there he stood.
He killed his buddy and drank his blood.
He was lucky to make it alive out of the desert.
He had left his buddy's dead body for the buzzards.
Your poem is at once disturbing and real. Somewhere down the line the truth of humans is that we are very much animals. Thanks for sharing Mr Cole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 11:10:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem...people are so selfish these days that they leave there friends in the middle of desert to die. They use them maximum for personal benefit.good one