OH,RED MY POET-FRIEND
My blues-loving, Chicago poet and
Now....somewhere up in those skies.
You were well known and published, too!
And your poetry drove me insane.
Depressing, negative verses!
Words all in vain.
I don't know whatever damaged
your psyche to such dire perdition.
You had compassion when I knew
Then later, you turned into such a
sad and bitter man.
Your only god was the New York
That negative behemoth of lies and
perfidy, oh, Red!
Lost under meaningless social
conundrums and looking for truth
and answers in humans?
Your son, a missionary, died in
He knew the man who died on
the Cross was the answer, not
humans who spit in God's face.
There are billions like you, Red.
Poets hating God and His word.
Including having a high disdain
for any believer!
Always loving you~
September 4. 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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