He Slept for Sixty Years
He slept for sixty years
then woke up with a start
For the life of him
he couldn’t tell things apart
Ghettos still all filled with blacks
War everywhere he turned
Young folks rioting in the streets
Property looted and burned
World ‘leaders’ puffing out their chests
threatening to detonate
Nuclear arsenals built to the hilt …
Make love, but don’t procreate …
So, the sleeper saw a doctor
and told him all his troubles
Doctor said, “Your eye exam
reveals you’re seeing double”
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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