Mud Poem by Sandra Feldman
Mud
Swimming in the mud,
Feels bad,
Dirty,21st century clad,
A pool of idiots screaming,
Wolf!
But acting like swine,
And We?
Pickles in brine,
With no crunch left,
Cowards!
Drowning in vinegar and salt,
As insults fly,
As Dreams and Country die,
Need we ask, Why?
Monday, October 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: country
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