Poetry and Classic Films,
Calm my vital pain,
The anguish that I feel
When I see this,
This noble Country
Being run by the insane.
I sympathize with you but don't carry the woes of the world on your shoulders because you will be of no use to yourself or anyone else. Don't let the bastards grind you down. If God is not going to lift our burdens then we ought to pray that He will strengthen our backs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Boy are we on the same page, Sandra! Poignant, short, sweet and directly to the point. Fantastic! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn