Salvation Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Salvation



A nation, full of bumbling sheep
cannot have promises to keep.
The wolf though, coming to the door
gets rid of morons, keeping score.
A wolf is darker on the skin,
he wears a smooth, perpetual grin.
We laud his punctual arrival
he will ensure complete survival
of all the good within the land
let's give this saviour a hand!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success