Draculas Poem by Sandra Feldman
Draculas
Vampires,
Living off the sweat, the blood of the people.
Feudal lords, is anything different for your serfs?
Manipulated and strangulated,
The people pay the price,
Of the misuse of power,
From the lowest hut,
To the highest, tower.
Will it ever change?
And the sweat is the blood, the life of the workforce....The Draculas will sap the blood, real and metaphorical...Another great poem, Sandra.
My initial thought is, no. There will always be bastards that get into power and, as you put it, sheeple that will put up with them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 1:18:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Not going to change until the bottom drops out of everything which won't be pleasant. Until that happens the Draculas will be sucking us dry.