Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #454
Words: guns, throb, still, songs, mob, spring, children, mean, seal, listen, fields, dream
Their fate is sealed–
the poverty-stricken,
mean, street children
whose hearts still
throb with yearning
to listen to songs,
and dream in a field
of spring flowers. Guns,
gangs and the Mob have
infiltrated their world
with promises of easy money.
Their fate is sealed.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
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Wonderful poem about someone being backed into a corner. That can Crete it’s son pressure… to power up… and… unleash.
Excellent poem about potentially excellent people!
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Thanks so much, Jordan!
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You’re very welcome, the, “can create its own pressure to power up.” Excellent potentiality there. I thoroughly appreciate your post.
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So many children drift into petty crime this way as they see no hope for the future. The days of opportunity for all have long gone that is if it ever existed. Sadly greed by the haves is no help to have nots.
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Greed is at an all-time high.
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