The News Poem by Sandra Feldman
The News
Hot or cold,
There's News that's not told:
The giant is eating,
His cold red beet soup,
And the World may burning,
Good morning, to soot,
While our government cheaters,
May think that's mundane,
Only some dirt,
On the World's window pane,
That doesn't affect us,
So nothing we'll do
Till it's really too late
And were burned in the stew.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: news
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