Offspring Poem by Claude H Oliver II

Offspring



Planted seeds in fertile soil
Watered with the acid rain of hatred
Malice and discontent
Warmed to a fever pitch
The seedlings come forth
Deformed - Injured - Diseased
Lacking a mirror to discern
A point of reference from whence to turn
But it is we whom these seedlings truly reflect
Our flawed selves are their hex.

10/21/2007

Saturday, April 25, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror
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