A poor boy clad in rags stumbles sightless with hunger through the dirt… and the dust…
and the poverty,
shackled to his fate by an indifferent world so consumed by self-interest
that daylight raids by million dollar angels of death
spewing fire and molten metal,
continue unabated without a single word of condemnation…
from the so-called leader of the so-called free world.
10 more Stanzas inscribeed in wastedink at substack
“We must all hang together…”- Benjamin Franklin “I’m pulling for you…” -Red Green
20 YEAR OLD POEM still (morosely) accurate today…
A poor boy clad in rags stumbles sightless with hunger through the dirt… and the dust…
and the poverty,
shackled to his fate by an indifferent world so consumed by self-interest
that daylight raids by million dollar angels of death
spewing fire and molten metal,
continue unabated without a single word of condemnation…
from the so-called leader of the so-called free world.
10 more Stanzas inscribeed in wastedink at substack
“We must all hang together…”- Benjamin Franklin “I’m pulling for you…” -Red Green