A Political Year
T'was not the season of saviors and saints,
or martyrs marching in peace.
Pure anger brought unruly rest.
No sighs to calm the beast.
And prayer was All - at best.
8/22/2024
Bite Size Contest No.88
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2024
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