Soul Undressing and Potd
Oh, if I could pen of things meaningless!
And stop this interminable soul undressing.
This world, these times we live in, I do care about.
I wish citizens would loudly against murder shout.
Oh,no of sunflowers and Spring only do do we sing.
Nations ignore their own ultimate undoing.
Poets,a huge difference they can make.
Expose any country out to kill and on the take.
For all children,the future is theirs, not yours.
We have harmed them all with fear, and tossed freedom
down the sewer.
4-5-2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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