Republicans and Democrats
Have divided into four competing
Camps and decided to hash it out
In the clutter-land of my mind
Along with singing birds,
Sun raises, rivers watched,
Memories of Loves lost and
Regrets over paths not taken
They have no idea they are
Talking to a setting sun.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: June 25th, 2021 07:09
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Comments7
Reads well but I have too little knowledge to make sensible comments about USA politics (other than to say i wasn't a fan of Mr Trump).
Thanks, Dusk.
Politics universally translated as aggro!
Thanks, S.C.
Yep, it is a blood sport.
A powerful write here Jerry, it would seem that elected "suits" will never learn!
Bravo, and I hope that all is well!
Thanks, A.B.
The extremes seems to be empowered - we better take notice, lest we loose freedom itself
Thanks, M.S.
It is being tested.
Same as dusk - being in the UK.
Thanks, Orchi.
I quite like the idea of talking to a setting sun ... tis almost a poem unto itself ... hey ... maybe it will be, one day ............... N
Thanks, Neville.
Good idea, when I wrote it struck me as open ended enough to be usable for sure.
Good true words Jerry - they have no idea!
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
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