The Last Word Poem by vince gullaci
The Last Word
Oftentimes
Envision hell
In our soft
Comfortable lives
Without thought
For those suffering.
Our romantic angst
Is small
To the task
At hand.
Friday, May 19, 2006
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4/25/2024 8:29:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
True, so very true. Just writing poems won't relieve much of the suffering of the world, but maybe it articulates a bit of that suffering. Your fine poem accomplished that, I think.