THE SHIPWRECKA Poem by Betty Hermeleethe Constitution... and moreTHE 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?
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11 Reviews Added on June 27, 2022 Last Updated on June 27, 2022 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy 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..Writing
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