Horsman
In the distance men at arms
looking to conflict only harm,
What is to be the plight of man?
With the intellect of a woolly ram,
life becoming a complete sham.
Energy etched within the P.C Rom
loving one’s self, blowing one’s horn
this becoming decisively the norm,
so utterly concerned I am
for one’s granddaughter our Sam!
The Title may be slightly ambiguous
but it means,Horsman families concern
for the future.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2012
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