Protest Poem by Sandra Feldman

Protest

Rating: 5.0


Who will I talk to now?
A Piece of paper flat
Can't answer back,
A staring wall,
Flat in my face?
Or to insane marchers
Also a human disgrace!

Or should I try to encounter,
Those,
Who never did anything,
But in fury rose,
To kill decency,
Or whatever good that grows.

They say the world and its Heads are round,
But the minds of so many are flat,
Monotoned with ignorant sounds
That accuse the mouse, instead of the cat.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: ignorance,political,social
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem does not adhere to any political party or politician to the right or to the left. They are all intermingled in the same dirty pot.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Feldman 08 February 2017

Thank you all You hear my call And I hear yours. Lets just hope it's not too late

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Susan Williams 07 February 2017

This is an extraordinary look at our political/social system these days. If the American people doesn't grow up, we might just not grow any older. We need as a public to get all the facts we can from unbiased sources, we must examine the pros and the cons because issues come with both. We need to demand our political representatives listen to what we want and stand up for us or stand up and tell us where our wants go wrong. You're right about the common mind being a flat monochrome non-porous object these days. Some of it is from watching helplessly as the people in power ignore the present danger of pollution and stride over the future, grinding it to an oily ugly mass, in order to make money. Good valiant write, my friend.

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Bill Cantrell 07 February 2017

Amen! ! Shallow wells always have hot waters for there is no depth for coolness to reside. A really well thought out poem Sandra.

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