The Swamp Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Swamp
Swimming in the mud,
Feels bad,
Dirty,21st century clad,
A pool of idiots screaming,
Wolf!
But acting like swine,
And We?
Pickles in brine,
With no crunch left,
Cowards!
Drowning in vinegar and salt,
As insults fly,
As Dreams and Country die,
Need we ask, Why?
Monday, October 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal,country
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4/26/2024 4:05:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There is probably no need to ask why. Either we are swimming in mud and slinging things or we're not. When people who are howling wolf sound like wolves howling, then the human element seems swampy, so I get what you're saying.