Hunting Season. Poem by Sandra Feldman
Hunting Season.
In touch
With the devil,
They sign
Their secret pacts,
Good hunting,
Destruction!
What a brotherhood
Of Rats!
We are the hunted,
They run as Wolves
All working together,
With their secret tools
To huff and puff
And break all the rules
As desire for power,
Is ruthless and cruel.
Sandra, your political poetry is always so full of emotional PUNCH. The type of vigour that is needed for political change.
A powerful cry against evilness of those whom power is vested. Another incisive write.
The ceaseless desire for power will always lead to ruthlessness and endless destruction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 3:14:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very good punch for the persons with power.