Try Poem by Atticus Mortimer
Try
and the all came tumbling down
or so the old nursery rhyme says
but,
oh what a correct,
representation,
of our wretched world,
war,
greed,
corruption,
all these,
demons,
rear their ugly heads,
every day,
and who can stop them?
We can.
We work, We play,
in this cesspool,
but We can change it,
We only have to,
Try.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
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4/18/2024 5:37:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We only have to, Try. Right!