The Sowers Poem by Lev Brekhman

The Sowers



Cold eyes, and a springy step,
And the spring in shorts
Their life - a constant rap,
Till the life aborts.
Semen sowing on wind?
In females, so willing...
Oftentimes a wunderkind
Comes to birth, unwilling...
All these fruits of wild sowing
Are bitter and hollow.
Male - so every other child
Daddy's way to follow.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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