Who does give an F?
The sky is blue
The sun shines bright
The moon and stars
Come out at night,
The tweety birds
Sing in the trees
The how now brown cow
Scratches her fleas.
Bombs are falling
From on high,
Young men join the
Fight to die.
Yet here we are,
All so banal and full
Of self indulgent
Drool.
Your poem speaks a lot and is beautifully expressed. God bless you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well depiction. Groovy collocation. Enjoyed. Thanks.