Detox Poem by Sandra Feldman

Detox



As we travel, opaquely,
Towards our own doom,
The World moves crazily,
In ways, like a harpoon,
Creative and destructive
Man's eternal paradox,
Good in so many ways
But his evil needs detox!

Saturday, September 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: paradox
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