Dark Dwelling Days Of Now Poem by Sandra Feldman
Dark Dwelling Days Of Now
What's right is wrong,
What's sane, insane,
From our politicians down,
To unknowns, that circle round,
We have decided to crown,
All destructive paths that blend,
From the criminally insane,
To those singing, in the purple rain,
La La Land's interminable pain
Crime, verbal atrocities,
Seem to be the forms that Reign
As belligerence is approved,
But benevolence is slain.
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4/25/2024 6:01:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I totally get it, Sandra. Similar thoughts to my The Dark Age and Epitaph on the Twentieth Century.