Iron Dead
Though the faith
he professess
seems infrangible as iron,
it is also iron cold,
iron dead,
rusting away
with bigotry
and conceit
swelling
his egotistical
head!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment