THE SHIPWRECK

THE SHIPWRECK

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
"

the Constitution... and more

"

THE SHIPWRECK

 

My corpse, my psyche riles

My gut sinks to the bottom of a dark sea

Like an old shipwreck

I am aghast, my skin burns like icicles hit my face

 

The hatchet job of our constitution

Dramatically alters our lives

Laws scrapped like rusty iron

Like cars toppled on each other

Like chaos in the streets

 

Millions protest, horns blare

Signs of wrath wave in the breeze

Hot sun toils, yet the nihilism

Permeates into the steamy night

 

What will befit our generations to come

Will they be a speck in a sea of autocracy?

Deficient of the right to choose?

 



© 2022 Betty Hermelee


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MAD AS HELL AND I CAN'T
TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!
go to the window and
Throw it out now!!!

No joke. 100/100

Thanx,
TR.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank Romeo but we must let out our frustrations!
Best, B.

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Added on June 27, 2022
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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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