Your displeasure is an anchor
Weighing me down.
How can you be so unfeeling?
I will never understand your
Hatred, your unwillingness to see.
It boggles my mind
Every time I hear you speak.
Each year you grow more
and more deaf.
When the crowds cry out in
despair, you turn away.
Release them now.
Stop talking,
Now.
Just stop talking.
1 comment:
You have captured what I feel as a British person looking at US politics from the outside.
Peter
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