Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Douglas Polk- Three Poems

June nights 

cool breezes blow the sun's heat away,
darkness falls,
and the fireflies come out to play,
ignorant of the choatic world in which we live,
hope and magic still exist,
in the cool breezes,
while mankind tangles with its existence,
in the world of concrete and credit cards,
the hope dead,
and magical far far away.
Guns Remain

immigrants from across the seas,
settled in this land,
no knights or lords to protect their rights,
and their families,
the government more times foe,
than actual friend,
independently raised,
born and bred,
to protect their own,
their land,
and homes,
guns woven in the fabric of the nation.
Terror Filled

victims one and all,
parade past the television screen,
begging for protection,
make believing evil no longer exists,
wanting others to shoulder the responsibilities,
death once a daily occurrence,
now only viewed on the obituary pages,
of the morning papers,
evil still lurks,
rubbing its hands in glee,
the world terror filled,
especially in the land of the free.


  1. Wow! Very powerful and to the point. I love this poem.

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