Everywhere are shades of gray
forgotten in our haste to say
that someone else is black or white
regardless what is wrong or right—
the polls of straw begat their son
when mindless masses chose the one
dogmatic demons deftly groomed
and now the truth is truly doomed.
Are You Reading Me?
Lovely rhyme!! I enjoyed it
ReplyDeleteI liked your rhyme too, and I wanted to tell you that I really liked your December article in The Word Catalyst!
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should think of writing a memoir, I've been working on mine alittle at a time! The loss cuts so deep, I have to often stop writing, because it makes me so sad. My situation was the opposite parent of yours! We all have closets to open or leave closed! But the bad things don't always define who we are, but what we can overcome! :)
Hi A&P, thanks again!
ReplyDeleteHi Jo, thanks, it is difficult, I'm sorry for your pain. Good luck with your memoir! Take care,
Bob