Mark Koplin Poet Rhyme

Of Whom I Speak

Tormentors come and harassment seeks.
They prey upon the frail and weak.
Attention seekers another plot.
They place their bets and cast down lots.
Derangement speaks down from the fold.
They fight the years but still grow old.
Doublespeak deceitful truth.
Stumpage shown from inner booth.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Jenna Logan July 14, 2020 at 10:08 AM We are suppose to gain wisdom with age, but it seems, according to your poem, that some of the sheep in the fold tend to turn black. Maybe I'm a lost sheep in understanding this one? lol Mark Koplin July 14, 2020 at 10:30 AM It's a riddle so it's meant to twist the brain a bit. I'll give you a hint, The answer is hidden in a blog.