There is no Haven
For our Ships
Of Woes,
From the very
Beginning,
Men put their
Worst foot forward
To become,
Unconditional,
Foes.
It's hard to say
But no 'good'
Seems to stay,
Just that way
Little hope
That things
Will change,
Our confounded
And destructive
Egotism,
Is just out of
Range,
So sooner
Or later
We all pay.
Well thought out, well stated and unfortunately…very true. Excellent poem, Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great comment. Very pleased. Not a very poetic subject but things are really bad, unfortunatly. Thank you so much!