Her Silent Quill
Exceedingly, very difficult to write poetry.
When tomorrow my city might become
a burning, crimson refinery.
ANTIFA coming to my city to destroy,
a quiet, suburban berg with awesome.
lovely girls and good, handsome boys.
This is a town of law-abiding, hard-
working folk.
But the George Soros poison into
destroying Europe and America is
doing its destructive work.
People are harmed, small businesses
forever crushed.
One cannot say this is wrong or they
will be ignored or politically hushed.
The wrong-doers in Minnesota are
jailed and awaiting their fate.
However, Soros cares not who gets
harmed, nor does he care~he's the
devil's mate.
I tearfully removed my American flag,
from my front yard today.
Not wishing ner-do-wells, to harm our
Old glory in anyway!
God Bless America!
June 6, 2020
8:30 PST
Poem # 1227
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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