Cry Uncle
Neither bells rang
nor rifles sounded
The transition quiet
neither looting nor riots
A veritable coup
pulled off by old pros ~
helpless, pinned to the ground
Cry ‘Uncle,’ Joe, it’s time to go
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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