Leo Yankevich

Silver Star - 3,358 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

Refugees - Poem by Leo Yankevich

Ten thousand cuckolds in Iceland
invite ISIS into their beds.
Merkel lifts her heavy hand,
lecturing on conscience, weds
it with betrayal, giving a shove
to Deutschland’s honest working poor,
demanding, in the name of love,
that Poland and Hungary take more.
Sobieski turns inside his grave:
“There will be no Europe to save.”

Topic(s) of this poem: refugees

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  • Liza Sudina (9/9/2015 1:48:00 PM)

    humoristic, but sad and bitter. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 10, 2015

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