Biden's Victory
It is a battle
as old as sin:
and by expulsion
we know that good
did not win; gardens
having both blossoms
and devils--
As does the rose,
which we cultivate
(our space shared)
mindful not to
sniff and touch
without taking into
account earth’s pointed
pairs--
I wonder of Biden’s
so called Catholic Throne:
made of baby-parts
and lies – of hollow
truths where once
gleamed innocent eyes….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2020
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