Same Old Story Of Abuse. Poem by Sandra Feldman
Same Old Story Of Abuse.
In my ever
Lonely hours,
Moonlight driven
Solitude,
I think of
All the Cowards
That abuse,
The Weak
And the Defenseless,
Throughout History's
Shameful Book...
This poem is worded from a very wise mind, abusements in all categories and colours, an excellent poem sets people think of their own expiriences, it may be bad or good, but this poem makes us THINK.
Heart-wrenching poem, saddening and touching, thinking of the abused ones, tears are flowing upon my cheeks.5 Stars full, dear friend Sandra. So sorry to be so emotive, but your words are the truth and nothing but the truth.
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8/29/2026 9:11:15 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Bravo for this powerful poem Sandra Thanks for sharing