False Prophets Poem by Richard Wlodarski

False Prophets

Rating: 5.0


Let Trump fire
Guns at Fort Knox
Summon the dead
With such promise
Of God's Judgement

Let gold bullion melt
And pave bloodied streets
Let sweat of miners
Be so damn pungent
That Trump so vomits
To sicken his soul

Thursday, December 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: falsehood
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Mahtab Bangalee 13 December 2018

won't I weep more won't I come through this aristocratic lane won't I wear the civilized dress just I want back my dropped b.l.o.o.d for necessary rights…../// quite satirical poem// beautiful

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Dr Dillip K Swain 13 December 2018

Wow! Pragmatic expression! Beautifully penned my friend.........10

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