A Day Defiled Poem by Chris Jibero

A Day Defiled



There is no love
In a day defiled
And debased
A dead man crucified
Acursed in sainthood
Condemned by revellers
On this day designed
By a heart of gold
For lifting up aching souls
Sitting on ash heaps
Take heart St. Valentine.

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