irish Protest Poem by David McLansky

irish Protest



What's all this buzzing in the breeze,
These noisy birds, these humming fleas?
The bursting branches of the woods,
These calling loons, misunderstood;
There's such a screeching in the Spring,
Must every flower loudly ring?
Must lovers murmur on the grass,
Must mallards cackle as they pass?
Oh silent Life in darkened bars!
Oh neon lights, Oh whiskey jars!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eugene Levich 12 May 2014

I like it too! A new Irish bard! I'm adding you to My Favorite Poets List.

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Francie Lynch 09 May 2014

I like it. Good write.

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