Social Chaos Xxl Poem by Sandra Feldman
Social Chaos Xxl
The raving madness
That provokes,
Without hesitation,
The fall of great nations,
Must go back to our humble beginnings,
As Rats,
Time has not concealed, rubbed off,
The dark behavioral contentions and disputes,
We just don't seem to be able to get along,
No matter what song is played or sung,
What language spoken or what bell rung
We remain irrational, as Peace is hung.
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5/8/2024 9:29:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Raving madness, indeed! Very good and truthful poem. As long as humans are at the helm, peace will be hung. But not for much longer