Crossing Stars Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Crossing Stars



America's decline…
war chanted whines
A nation in half
quicksand in our path

Altruism dead
alone in our beds
No one left to blame
—married to our shame

(Dreamsleep: September,2022)

Sunday, September 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: america,september
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