Woe to the insanity of it all...Boston!
Madness has played it's last game with me!
I've had more than enough-of your harassing stuff- -
Filled with a deluge of anger that is easy to see;
We are prepared for just about everything...
As your dark-disrespectful ways suffocate our lives
Encroached upon, invaded and spiked illegally
You are the gasoline that fuels our drive;
Woe to you-the miscreants of illegal...
Crude, rude, barbarian of horrific personal crime- -
Go back to your cave and carve yourself a new one
We're not playing your game this time;
By, Theodora Onken
January 5,2013
With special thanks to Doug G. and Jim M.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem