Weeds Poem by Sandra Feldman
Weeds
Of lying tongue,
Envy and greed
Paradise Lost,
The people feed.
The more I live,
The more I know
Man is to man,
Less friend, more foe
And as I walk thru meadows sweet
I try to avoid, the Weeds I meet.
If per chance you are in DC take some poison and spray it for me upon the weeds that choke and kill the common man, his blood they spill
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4/25/2024 6:08:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well done, Sandra. It slides along so smooth and sweet and then the reader realizes there is a bitter mixed there in the sweet of soothing rhymes and peaceful rhythms. Extraordinary write. I love it when you sneak up on us this time not in words for the poem begins in grim earnest but in that soft gentle smoothness of line and rhyme. Amazing 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++