Frozen Freedom Poem by Myrna Migala

Frozen Freedom



Why
Are there
What we call
The Globalist?
Distant without sound
Logic — Frozen freedom
Where there was a trustworthy
Now a future lukewarm to truth
Producing emotionless robots
Dead to all contemplative ideals!

Thursday, November 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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Myrna Migala

Myrna Migala

Chicago Illinois
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