Death Of A Salesman Poem by Ted Sheridan

Death Of A Salesman

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With the costly stain of blood on my mercenary soul
I prayed for God to release me from our contract.
I no longer wished to participate in the death of a people
who were too ignorant to comprehend past discrepancies
and yet so willing to accept the tainted words and slogans
of false prophets as proof positive that all would be well;
if only we would believe that everything in life is….
“New and Improved”

2008 © TS

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naseer Ahmed Nasir 28 December 2008

Good poem.....A bit philosophical touch....Its not just the death of a salesman, its New Improved Life.....

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