Tb Poem by Linda Hepner
Tb
Rating: ★5.0
To Be or not TB,
We are the problem;
Clairvoyant now we see
The Ruling Men -
Our parent selves of course -
Just lead to doom,
The cart before that horse
Will bring the tomb
As if it's preordained;
Let's change our ways
From nothing to be gained;
We'll live and praise
Ourselves for being wise,
Eradicating lies.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
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