I'm out on a limb
That twists, rises and falls
Sways much with the wind
Narrows as I crawl.
Around It's trunk I grasp
For fear I may plummet
Hoping to end my tasks
'Fore the Ax men cometh
My Country is out on a Whim
That twists, rises, and falls
With crowds come thick and thin
With narrow minded scrawls.
On little with which to grasp
Morals and Values plummet.
Will the constitution last
Before the Yes Men cometh?
Augustus / Folsom, LA / January 2017
- Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 25th, 2017 11:03
- Comment from author about the poem: As I deal with my own concerns over death , the country has its own dying issues to deal with.
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 113
- Users favorite of this poem: Michael Edwards
Comments8
a metaphor laced with nuances of the ending coming.....both personally and also applicable to our country's impending (or so it seems) demise. a beautiful work of art here. the photo is perfect. thank you for sharing your art!
Thanks so much for your comment. Actually I have much faith in the country continuing, but the "end" does have emotional appeal.
Awesome, Augustus... this poem is a reflection of our nation. I enjoyed it very much and it made me think of our current social situation. We must do better.
Exactly, we are in too much turmoil.
One of the best posted for some time - will add it my favourites.
Wow, Michael. That is an honor. Hugs.
You have captured the feelings of a lot of people. I will continue to remain calm and carry on. 🙂 Thanks Augustus! I love the beautiful tree.
I'm hoping it reflects all sides. I don't want to be offensive. Thanks.
Not at all. 🙂
Well written and expressed Great write
Thanks Tony.
Welcome
Brilliant !!!!!
And I'm gonna
Say it again
Soooo bloody good..
I'm dripping. Love it. Thanks.
Such clever metaphors friend - a truly illuminating read.
From a Queen of metaphor I appreciate that. Thanks.
Extraordinary poem, Augustus! Beautiful picture to accent your poem. I will pray for you and our country. They've said it and now I'll say it---BRILLIANT! Christina
Christina, I love your response. I forget so often that in troubling times prayer is a rock to turn to. Thank you.
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